A verdant symphony echoes
Above, around, below,
Encompassing her free form,
A tender touch,
An ardent dance,
But an embrace that withers
When blows the cold tempest.
Life is ripped,
Their brown, broken skeletons exposed
In a forest of death.
She stops — alone —
Falls to barrenness.
The floppy rag doll tears —
The final seam undone.
When doubts and fears are closing in,
And I feel I simply cannot win,
Let the Lord be the only portion for me,
To clear my blind eyes, so I can see,
More deeply the plans He has for my life.
We are not guaranteed no hardship or strife,
But rather than trying to demand control,
Allow God to take on that role.
Like little children, He holds us in His arms,
Protecting us, guiding us, keeping us from harm.
So when life is a struggle and you cannot cope,
Turn to God, with whom there is always hope.