Hold onto a thought, capture it within a glass and look upon it; it is as impossible as catching the wind. My thoughts drift from east to west without pattern or purpose as decisions sit just past the tip of my finger. I long for someone to take my thoughts into their hands and place it in their hearts so that I am simply left to follow. To follow blindly and faithfully on long journeys through mountains and fields and across the oceans.
My Father holds my thoughts and collects them in a jar; he knows my thinking from afar. He tucks my heart into his and keeps me forever. He doesn't worry if I go to the east or the west, because he goes with me. If i were to ride to the furthest parts, even there he will go too. So I will wait to follow my Father, blindly and faithfully, on long journeys through mountains and across the ocean, for he has my thoughts and he has my heart.
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