“You can’t fix everything!” ~ Oh, yes, I know,
But I am called to bear more than my woes.
Sometimes a prayer ~ sometimes a deed
For someone who is in such need,
So help me, Father, when I’m feeling low.
Shall I be less than what He asked?
Or shall I bear up - meet the task?
And remember when I labor weeping
He did it too - the garden keeping
Tears and blood together at the last.
Or when my heart hurts so
I feel the tears
Like blood fall from it’s rhythmic beat,
I know His cleansing blood still flows - a flood!
Enough for all- enough for one
Who only has to answer when He says...”Come!”
Indifference is not my cup of tea.
Mercy, compassion, love - they let me be
The self I know - what I was called to see
In human life - and always be
One who will stand, or laugh, or cry
With someone who needs company as I
Have needed - in some days now past.
And, being human, will need to the last.
So let me serve - forgetting self and risk
Of stress-related ailments - (what a list!)
If I should fall and not get up so soon;
I’ll look for what He teaches, while the tune
Is minor and slowed down a bit, for me,
A little wisdom dawns ~ gives light to really see!
