I spin in circles…
Not as a young child twirls
Not as a lovely yellow umbrella between the fingers of a lady
But as a dry blanket of dust, searching for my soul to be made full.
I look over my shoulder…
Wanting to be appreciated by my peers
Wanting to be admired by strangers and those who know me well
But I find emptiness in my efforts.
I drop to my knees…
Alone, empty and seeking
I lift my eyes upward…
Feeling peace and calm
Feeling the rest that only giving your cares over can bring
And I find my value rests in Him alone