By Rebekah Sherman
Sometimes I feel like floating glass,
Slowly drifting away as Life flashes past.
What am I supposed to do as the
Current slowly carries me away?
Again, what do I have to hope for
when all my plans flee from my hands?
I had thought we knew what to do,
but my thoughts suggest otherwise…
I am struggling in vain to understand
what it is that You call Your plan.
Was this choice a mistake,
Or the one I wanted and want to make?
Should I continue to pursue
Or am I wasting my time?
Only later in life
Will I know whether this moment is okay
And if the decisions that I make
Are either good or a mistake.
Even if I wanted to run away,
My troubles would only be delayed.
I will lift my chin up once again
And keep my eyes steady before me.
The sun will rise and set,
And I will still be here as those
Who walked on this earth before me.
I will cling to the promise of hope
And the endurance to see the light
Of the new dawn.
This momentary darkness
Will become a blurry memory;
Keep living and fighting until
You make it to the glorious dawn.
