I can see God in all situations,
But 2020 was an ungodly hour.
We stripped community from society
Denied touch the real power
To heal a broken heart
And ease a great sorrow
Hate took over. . .
We carry on unnaturally
Where is my Anchor?
Knowledge has the power
To corrupt and justify
Irrational reasoning
With fears that multiply
Tossed to and fro
Amidst a sea of opportunity
Excusing idiocracy
To be exempt from scrutiny
Like a ship lost at sea
I have lost my way.
Pulled in every direction
I am desperate to stay
Strong - I will stay strong
No matter how much I want to cave
Where is my Anchor?
Where do I go from here!?
There is no clear direction
Of where I want me to be
I never fully know
When to let go or when to press in
What lures me, though, is unmistakably Him.
God above, if you hear me
Please make yourself known!
I am reminded to pray
When I cannot cope
But please God, please!
Help me to see!
I'm running on fumes of grace. . .
Running out of hope.
Whether my journey will find its way again,
Only You know.
In the meantime, I wait
Not sure of tomorrow
But trust that today
You will have me covered.
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Let Him guide. Let Him heal. Let Him teach. Let Him love. Let him move.
Dare to believe. Dare to trust. Dare to see. Dare to dream. Dare to learn. Dare to change. . .
Goodness will have the last say.
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