Sitting here alone I think
Of some distant shore
Where worries… they don’t bother me
And cares they are no more.
Some place where troubles fade
And concerns dissipate.
Some place I long to run to,
Yet I’m forced to wait.
Sentenced to endure the trials
That befall all men.
I sit here alone this day
Asking myself, “When?”
When will this turmoil end,
And all good things promised begin?
When will all my dreams come true,
And when will You my blessing send?
I have no choice but to wait and see,
And contemplate my fate.
Suffering I’ve long endured,
Which my soul doth surely hate.
But all things are to perfect us for
Those things that are to come.
So that we will learn things to help
Us to achieve what we will become.
But still the waiting tries my heart and
soul.
And the tribulation tries everything
else.
Would it be too much to ask for
Just a little health and wealth?
Such are the questions of the many who
suffer
And no answer comes for any…
So who I am I to question God
When compared to the suffering of the
many?
My trials are rough, for this I know,
And my burden is heavy and filled with
grief.
But my destination is set in stone
And therein lies my relief.
But God, oh God, don’t make it long
My heart can not continue to bear it.
I so long for my day in the sun
So on the doubts of the doubters I can
sit
And prove them wrong for their lack of
faith in me
Watching for me to fail.
But in the end I will be the one smiling
As for my help they all will yell.
