Though so often life is too much to bear,
even by praying into thy care.
We expect relief the instant we ask,
no matter the problem or difficult the task.
I look at the sky, all cloudy and gray,
daily my problems just won’t go away.
Then I think, ‘If all was alright,
would I be here on Friday night?’
I come to the altar and get down on my knees,
I begin to pray by asking Him, ‘Please.
The same problems, Lord, week after week,
I continue to come, I continue to seek.
‘But how long Lord, will I have to wait?’
I hope for an answer before it’s too late.
But late it may be, in my frame of time,
He reaches out, and places His Hand in mine.
‘COME WITH ME, LET’S GO FOR A WALK,
WE’LL TRAVEL IN SPIRIT, AND WE CAN TALK.’
He answers my questions, one and all,
and tells me to wait, for He is in control.