Looking for some meaning in this holding pattern of life
I find only the dings along the bottom of the barrel, cold and damp.
Went on a little adventure with my love only to land in a world of hurt
The ghastly symptoms embarrass me in front of a friend not yet known.
I really try to find a way out of this hell, I really do
With answers only to wait, check this, measure that as it is not time yet.
If only I had the eternal eyes of my Savior perhaps the angst would be less
The long naps on a sunny day awakened with distress of illness would be no bother.
“When?” would be replaced with patience, “why?” with simple faith and trust,
Pain with appreciation of endurance granted only by my dearest Lord.
Hold me now as it is too late for my strength to carry me any more
As this heart ticks off more moments, let me know that with You I will go on . . .