God,
I've fallen on hard times
This isn't the ideal
This isn't the ideal
I'm
a life away from my true home,
doing the best that I can
doing the best that I can
When
my strength fades, it will be You
who I will bide
When time and confusion collide
who I will bide
When time and confusion collide
The
highlight of my week found in a simple car ride
Car
rides of collisions
but
of thoughts, ministry, strategy, decisions
To
hear her heart
for
people and You
or
to argue and be torn apart
To
be the image in the corner of her eye,
or
to let her sleep as the tail lights pass by
to forget about her tardiness
to forget about her tardiness
for
the umpteenth time
She
opens her mouth with wisdom, and the teaching of kindness is on her
tongue.
To drop her off, to experience the stinging alarm rung
reminding me tomorrow is obligations, pain
To drop her off, to experience the stinging alarm rung
reminding me tomorrow is obligations, pain
and
the lingering thought – “what is there to gain?”
But
God, I thank you for being alive
the
feeling one gets in the back of his throat, when trying to hold back
tears
the
feeling when ones heart skips a beat or two, or the time
when
I get to explain to her that “everything is going to be just fine”
God,
remind me
When
my strength fades, it will be You
who I will bide
When time and confusion collide
who I will bide
When time and confusion collide
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