Spinning, spinning,
round and round,
a dog chasing his tail,
is no way to be,
no way to find it.
Hiding, hiding,
its all around,
a blind man wails,
no light to see,
no light to find it.
Falling, falling,
down and down,
a nature so frail,
no hope in us,
God help us find it!
Stopping, stopping,
slowing down,
a corrupt mind assailed,
no thought is free,
no thought can find it.
Breathing, breathing,
turning round,
a world to bewail,
no longer to agree,
unwillingness to find it.
Praying, praying,
bowing down,
a Savior to hail,
in Him is peace,
The Way to find it—
Peace so elusive.
~FS
Prayerful Life 