Hidden Hand on the Wheel

“Hidden Hand on the Wheel”

I break the law, the road goes red,

I crash, I bleed, that’s what they said,

Nature don’t care, no heart, no face,

Just traffic lights in time and space.

But in the work, it’s not that way,

No clear reward for what I pray,

I give my heart, I get no sign,

Just silent nights and empty wine.

They say the sin is the punishment,

The pain itself is the instrument,

Not vengeance, not some angry throne,

But tools to build what’s still not grown.

I fall, I fail, I lose the taste,

No light, no love, just inner waste,

But Rav whispers through the dust,

“This fall is where you learn to trust.”

If You were shown in open light,

I’d sell my soul for one more sight,

I’d never choose, I’d never give,

I’d just consume the way I live.

So You conceal, You step aside,

Let me decide with nothing inside,

To love You broke, to serve You blind,

To choose You with an empty mind.

When I annul, when I let go,

I’m called Your people, this I know,

No will of mine, no private claim,

Just one desire, to serve Your Name.

But when I can’t, when I’m still me,

You help me for Your mercy’s sake, You see,

Not ‘cause I earned, not ‘cause I’m clean,

But ‘cause You’re Good behind the scene.

So every fall, I now understand,

Is still directed by Your hand,

Concealed or clear, both lead to You,

Both build the heart, both make me true.

No traffic lights in worlds above,

Just faith, just choice, just hidden love,

And in the dark, I learn to say:

“You’re good to me… even this way.”