Answer:
I am always coming but I never arrive. What am I?
Oh lord! I am not worthy! I bend my limbs to the ground. I cry yet without a sound. Let me drink of waters deep. And in silence I will weep.
Without a bridle, or a saddle, across a thing I ride a-straddle. And those I ride, by help of me, though almost blind, are made to see. What am I?
small land in water.
Every night I'm told what to do and each morning I do what I'm told. But I still don't escape your scold
The answer I give is yes, but what I mean is no. What was the question?