We err in our quest to be a success
And create a mess when at first we did not ask from the Master
We believe there is a plan but impatiently run ahead to make it come to pass
So we go through many ills and feel the devil is trying to resist and that it’s just a test
But where is the blueprint of the Master’s instruction which should form the basis of your direction?
Like Forrest Gump we run right into a wilderness, some even end up in a swamp, then stunned and in a state of bewilderment
We turn to God as if to say it’s His fault, caught in a maze for the first time causes you to look up
See there is a race marked out for us, not a path we create ourselves
Our ideas are good but can miss the perfect
Your way may seem right but hold on before it leads you to death
Or causes you to regress
And in all your travail you bring forth nothing but win and have no impact on the earth.