Just Walking

Nothing ails me
I’m for some reason
Maybe it’s the day or the season
But this is not to be

I have plenty
I’ve shunned iniquity
Yet my soul is still
May I ask what is thy will
So I walk-just walking

I want more of You
But I don’t know what to do
Let me hear your discretion
I shall not fear your direction
So I walk-just walking

Posted by john in Prose