The days are meaningless yet pass anyways
Wanton for a focus, a point, a reason why
So I wander through the rooms, this one and that
Waiting for my moment to arrive: today or the next?
Ever seeking for answers over here, over there
That email tells me, “watch this!” for new keys
I don’t think anyone really knows how to help me
Sans my Heavenly Father who ordained this journey.
I trust my Lord who sustains me no matter
The segways that come again, again, again
Each one a little different so mindful I must be
Lest I miss the point of this seemingly wretched tragedy.
Pray tell the suffering goes on and on for years
Yet somehow I am not the same for having hung on
My needs provided for with a few wants in there too
Just gotta find some things to hold onto while I dwell in limbo.
For wherever we are going, my Lord Jesus and me
Will be worth it when I am with him always with no more weeping,
Maybe a blessing will come for being faithful or who really knows?
Only in His strength will goodness come as I bumble along til one day I am finally free.
Until then, hang in there Gentle Reader. And do take care, k? JJ