This poem was originally composed on November 9, 1985.
We reach a point in life,
when it is time to turn and look.
What does the future hold?
The past is a closed book.
We try to face each new day,
and find our answer for life.
Why Lord, am I where I am,
in all of midlife’s strife?
I thought I knew all the answers,
knew exactly which way to go.
I find my life in turmoil,
dreams and demands tossing to and fro.
Life seems so unfair,
when I’ve tried so hard to succeed.
But Lord, I forgot in my stop at Calvary,
to take the time to bleed.
I’d tried to find someone to care,
to see and really understand.
I expect an instant life of success,
by putting my life in your hand.
I’ve become so disappointed,
I’m ready to walk away.
But still, a little voice reminds me,
“Your time is not today.”
I know in man I can not trust,
Lord, dear Lord, please draw me near.
I’ve tried this life in my own way,
Lord. it has become a life of fear.
I’ve finally realized you love me so,
of this I do not doubt.
Lord, dear Lord, I ask you please,
help me work this crisis out.
Lord, as I lift my hands in praise,
reach to me from heaven above.
Pick me up and cradle me,
in Thy tender and precious love.
Another day has come to dawn,
rejoice and be glad in it.
In God’s scheme of life,
He’s got a place for us to fit.
Even in our darkest hour,
or the gloom of night.
We’re held within his tender Hands,
and given a perfect light.
So, even when the day starts wrong,
and Satan starts assail.
Remember in Whose Hands we are,
His promises never fail.
Remember the victories already won,
we have no cause to doubt.
We stand upon the solid rock,
Jesus will work it out.