You

When everything in me would quit
that's not the point of it

I stand up tall to sing
and find myself down on my knees
not out of reverence
but desperation
what has happened to this generation

that we all cry out for more
and wonder what life is for
are we world changers
and help things to move

or followers of our own hearts and dreams
ignoring the screams
of the nation
and those in need

As we traverse these crazy waters
are we malevolent squatters
waiting our turn
to earn
our keep

but unintentionally let seep in
seeds of laziness and sin
where it seems no hope to win

and as we "wait"
we hesitate

where is the healthy boundary
of standing in hope
and standing in strength
what length should we stay
when all in us screams
and urges
and pulls at us to run

when life is more and more void of fun
of fullness
but in that empty moment
when we feel absolutely spent
and can do no more
caught up in a mental war

you sweep in
scoop us up in your arms
and say that there is no harm
that you are here
and you have not devastated us
or deserted
you are here
and you are near
and you are never a hug away
and you came all that way
today in worship
to say all those things to my heart

so that no more
I rely on boy or toy or job
or try to raise hob (which means mischief!)
but rather gladly run
into the story you have made
and my love for you
grow and not fade

but in you trust and know
that is a season for you to sow
and me to grow
and I have to hold tightly to your arm

you are never far
despite our scars
but you heal them all
and catch us before we fall
you are here to save the day

in every single way.