No Map or GPS

I give you a map
that you toss aside.
No, you want to be free
to go where you want to go
so you wander thought swamps
filled with peril
suffering hardships
thinking you are free.

No GPS, map, magic orb
will you accept
not the whispered voice within
so you bump into trees
fall into ditches
suffer many calamities.

Our Creator
offers to guide us
in life if we surrender
our headstrong ways.

He never enslaves
rather offers His love
to guide us through
long nights and days.

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