words

inadequate words to express what I think
can never get it right
want to think clearly but it's all a jumble
confusion in my plight

full of compartments in my brain
so many facets of my life
can't seem to sort through it all
words become strife

the roles that I play mix into a scrambled mess
how can wife, mother, teacher, reader,
disciple, believer all mesh
only through The Word I guess...

faith in the one whose word is perfect
the only one right
trust that my words don't have to go forth
He's in charge of my plight

I don't have to express
I don't have to impress
I don't have to obsess
I can simply rest