Wishy washy is what I am,
I come down with a hard slam.
Heart is treacherous, this I know,
Is it my monster with the big toe.
Clearing the way, I desperately seek,
Am I worried about being a geek?
I’m giving up, is how I feel,
Am I sailing life, on its keel?
Tipping over I am concerned,
My life is changing, I have taken a turn.
“My God, my God, have pity on me,
My love for you, I want others to see.
Please hold my hand, and lift up my soul,
For this wishy washyness has taken its toll.”
He takes my heart and guides my way,
I open my eyes to a beautiful day.
I stand up tall and lift up my head,
I listen to Jesus’ words, what he said.
Follow me, I will refresh you,
Jehovah loves, and cares for you too.”
“Come to me, all you who are toiling and loaded down, and I will refresh you. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am mild tempered and lowly in heart and you will find refreshment for your souls.”
(Matthew 11:28, 29)