I’m thankful for a moment

In this season

And that’s a nice change

Oh there’s still a need in me

To figure some things out

But a word from my God

Is a healing thing

And it’s helped me to learn

That I must necessarily be

The receptacle of human emotions

The dumpster for the waste of the soul

It is my job, my lot, my calling

And feeling sorry for myself

Is not helpful or needed

I just need to be open

To the knowledge

That I am the leader

And that people will blame me

Say things to me

Make me the solution

Make me the problem

Accuse me of doing too much

Accuse me of doing too little

And will make me a bigger player

In their problems and struggles

Than I actually am or will ever be

And knowing this

Is helping me

All I have to be

Is available and open