My day is planned, each moment full, a schedule I must keep

But pausing in my spirit, as if waking from my sleep

I realize that my plans may not be Your plans at all

So I whisper, “Interrupt me Lord, don’t let me miss Your call.”

 

Before me always seems to be a deadline I must meet

Calls to make, appointments, a ticking clock to beat

But in the midst of all the noise I make a simple choice

And say, “Please interrupt me Lord, I want to hear Your voice.”

 

Hours become days, spinning quickly by

And someday becomes yesterday in the blinking of an eye

So when I feel your nudging in the middle of the fray

May I answer, “Yes Lord.” “Not my will, but yours today.”

 

© Sharon E. Coleman 2014