Midbar Strain

Stayed in the echo, presence still set “Wait… just wait…” in the back of my head שָׁלוֹם (shalom) in my chest, but my steps feel pressed Faith say “rest,” but my flesh say “press” Forty on deck, yeah I feel that strain Days in the מִדְבָּר (midbar), refining the frame Moses slowed down when he moved too fast יֵשׁוּעַ (Yeshua) stayed led, never cut that fast I don’t wanna wait forty years for this You hear me, יְהוָה (YHWH), I admit that wish But I won’t fabricate just to force that fix Seen false fruit from a will like this Ishmael patterns when I grip and steer Manufactured promise—appear, then clear בָּשָׂר (basar) builds what won’t remain No בְּרִית (berit) seal on a self-made plan You tryna mend what ain’t yours to hold Carryin’ weights you were never told I’m tryna revive what He told me release לֵב (lev) misaligned, still draining that peace “Wait in the city…” that Word still stand רוּחַ (Ruach) don’t move from impatient hands Same Spirit ride when I leave that place If He’s truly in me, I don’t lose that grace I don’t wanna wait—but I yield if it’s You That’s the point where אֱמוּנָה (emunah) prove Not my tempo, not my scheme, not my view If it’s authored by You, it’ll render true Drive back lawful, keep order exact Tags on the ride, no corners I crack Check on my people, keep honor intact Even small steps keep alignment exact Wife on my mind but I loosen control If You restore, I don’t play that role Silence ain’t absence—it’s depth in the mold You build in layers I don’t behold No more Ishmaels from anxious demand No shortcuts drafted by my own hand If You said wait, I remain in that lane שָׁלוֹם in my spirit, precise in the aim ⸻