White

Like a flag blowing in the wind
are my desires.
Violently flailing about,
ever restless.

But You steady my wandering soul.
You set me on a path of consistency.
You place me on a course that is direct,
made constant by the force of Your love.
Like the course of the earth around the sun

I will raise a white cloth
into the blustering winds
that drive my longings,
so that I flail in every direction
a flag of surrender.