Changelings

Gone is the comfort of yesterday

Our wings took flight to soar heights unreached

No longer confined to borders

Each changeling’s journey predestined for each to seek

We no longer can guess the path but are to trust the footprints set before us

He sets lamps at our feet as we take to the soil

Our hope is in Him who is our shepherd

He will guide us through pastures which will lead to questions

But He will also take us to the water to drink and become drunk with answers

As we hydrate with His love and gargle His goodness

We are reminded of our purpose

The changelings have been obedient to His calling

And will swallow and regurgitate each word He gives us