The situation is dire,
Calls for a real life hero.
But, all I can muster up,
Rates a big ole’ zero,
Until, I’m reminded,
We can’t, God can.
We won’t, God will.
We falter, God stands.

Circumstances are bleak,
Budget stretched tight,
Then diaster falls again,
Will it ever be alright?
Then I’m reminded,
We stumble, God holds steady,
We whimper, God speaks.
We’re selfish, God is ready.

The path seems hidden,
Lost in the dark.
All light seems drown,
Then comes the spark,
As a voice reminds me again,
We regret, God weaves rest.
We give up, God keeps on.
We’re uncertain, God knows best.

Love seems absent,
As if it abandoned us,
Left us wounded and alone,
God is as He always was,
Shedding high His illumination,
We cry, God bottles our tears.
We reach up, God stoops down,
Holding true all these years.

Still comes whispers,
Those of discontent.
‘Til I’m reminded in my pride,
Reasons I must repent.
For I like all sin, God forgives,
As we hurt, God heals.
As we take, God presents.
Our soul can bear God’s seal.
          dfav 12/6/16

—Donna