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Lord, where am I supposed to be now?

Lord, where should my feet take plow?

Am I out of season in a past waste estate?

What, where, when do I get out of this state?

I would go, if I knew where to turn

But I am here feeling out of place like my better has too long churn

from a worn out welcome

Holy Spirit lead me, guide me to the will of your kingdom.

May stagnation my fame not be, But progress love and liberty.



I’ve got an itch in my wings

That only a wide stretched soar scratching ambitious skies can cure

Like a bullet from the gun of a trigger happy cowboy

I am ready to shoot and aim high

Like a drunk who just got sober

These walls of restriction

Quake from my push for eviction

I want to break out of this limitation

I want to resurrect from casket duration

I embrace my future and project

Forward, forward march

For victory, forward march to make history

Charging over Jericho’s crumbled walls

Charging forth with triumphant call



Lord I don’t know where I am supposed to be now

Nor do I know where my feet should plow

But I feel a shifting from this place

I feel the wind blowing in my face

A western breeze of direction I do feel

Yet I won’t move in haste, but at your will

Lord please speak clearly to me now

Lord please give me direction where, when and how

For I’ve’ got an itch in my wings