Monday, February 09, 2009

Weariness

Not much for conversation
I still find need to pray
Sometimes I get tired of walking
Through these ordinary days
If nothing else I get to see you
Even if we never speak
The harm of words though sometimes
We don't quite know
What they really mean

I don't know where
I don't know how
I don't know why
But your love can make
These things better

So let me lay down in this field
And stare up at the sky
I hope the days and clouds
Turn into something
As they pass us by
And maybe you could settle
For a skyline faded blue
I hope that you might settle
For this love I have for you

Your love can make these things better
Your love can make these things better
Your love can make these things better

These Ordinary Days, Jars of Clay

2 comments:

Dianne Q Adams said...

Wonderful words...

Crystal Laine Miller said...

It's always wonderful when someone has said what you feel in your heart. It validates those feelings.

I'm not sure if it our time of life, the times in general, or if we are just so much more aware of what is going on in lives around us. What I find refreshing is that sensitivity I see in you( and my other friends) to those who are suffering, even if you, too, suffer. You show a vulnerability, which Anne Morrow Lindbergh said teaches us.

Let it be so. Thanks for that.