Involuntary Exposition

My silent struggle is becoming louder despite me. While I try to determine what its purpose might be, Every barrier springs at my feet just to slight me; Still I climb with this thorn in my side and I fight. See, I am a sheep that knows its master Doesn't want me to give up but to run faster. I refuse to be lured to pseudo greener pasture; I will take up my cross and put trust in my Master.