When I wish to wander, you root me with obligation and duty.
When I wish for assurances, you whip up winds of change and upend the skies.
When I wish for peaceful days, you bring calamity, then rescue.
Through it all, let me be the oak, let others cling to my limbs and trunk while the days and days unfold. This is who you made me, Lord.
Thy will be done.