I know you’ve said we do this to ourselves as I see
But when looking at a child, I think, that could have been me
And, I hurt in silence, waiting for my wand in hand
Wondering why not the word to help
Wondering for the plan
I know it’s training for the heart, mind, body, and spirit
But how much more for me to hear, feel, and see it?
I am not to anger, I know
For no one provokes this all but, us so
Yet the children, they grow
Better, how can they know?
I hold right to my own, grateful for my grants
Clearly unforsaken, thankfully chanced
So, I walk in memory all you’ve wanted me to journey through
Faith, I shall most hold onto
Endlessly, asking strength from you
I am but a star, distanced
Grateful, by far
I bury the hurt for I cannot change all
One can rise, a talent a time, a thousand times to fall
The few that shall advance
Those eager and willing to take beyond a glance
What for those who start so far behind?
What if hopelessness is all they ever find?
You say to follow by faith and not by sight
How does one know if their daily path is right?
I dare question, I know
I am still that child to ask, forever so
Fight in the thought of wondering where you are amongst the plight
They need you, I say, where is their light?
Perhaps it is I wanting to ignore your response to silence me again
Those who undoubtedly seek me, where are they to the end?
I am at peace inside once more
I am not to understand, I’ve understood before
Everything and anything, each moment in time
All is in your plans for darkness to shine
Until then I walk through in your strength
Endless questions, yes, endlessly faithful in length.
