Women

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Lord, it seems our timing's off,
and things have gotten a little hazy...
I'm either ahead or have fallen behind:
Your metronome is driving me crazy!

When life is dull, and a boring routine
I want it to hurry and rush and speed.
You keep the tempo set at 'plodding,'
while meeting my every need.

When things are special, going just right
I want the moment to stretch a bit.
What a surprise, time flies by,
Your metronome's pacing won't quit.

Lord, I feel out of sync with life--
others move along, with a plan.
I spin my wheels, and don't move an inch,
then go back to where the melody began.

Am I stuck on an endless refrain,
while others add verse after verse?
I don't hear any soaring crescendo,
my fear and isolation grows worse.

What key am I in? Is this the right page?
I need to find a place to start.
The metronome's patient ticking mocks me,
and self-doubt stabs at my heart.

Where is my orchestra, symphony, or band?
Where's the group where I can belong?
I'd like to participate: to sing or to play--
or at least try to follow along.

My pitch seems off, I'm out of tune:
seems a duet isn't coming my way.
The beat goes on--it's solo all along--
I wish, I hope, and I pray.

God, I know that You're the Composer,
the Lyricist, and You have a plan:
but when do I get to sing in unison
and make my own music with a man?

The moving metronome never ceases
in its ever eternal back and forth.
The beat continues, and life goes on
I wonder sometimes about my worth.

Maybe it's time for a brand new tune:
a key change? New beat? What's best?
I'll need to trust Your lyrics and chorus
and when the music indicates, I'll rest.

My melody, song, and especially my pace
will have to move in line with Your design.
Whether my life's coda is a duet or a solo--
which metronome's broken? It's mine.

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