I am just sitting here thinking
About the conundrums of life
How some folks rise amidst others sinking
Flailing about in daily strife.
This person seems to get the blessings
While that person gets only woe
Both are quick in their confessings
Of believing in a God they know.
So why is one reaping glory
While the other is reaping pain?
Doesn’t that shake their own story
And make their believing in vain?
It would seem the writer was right
About believing in something unseen
And how their hoping seems a bit trite
When this world is surely unclean.
But then I see the struggling pilgrim
Surrounded by troubles and fears
Slogging through their valleys grim
Because faith keeps their vision clear.
How are they not bitter at night
When their bodies are weary and worn?
Yet they look upward for some insight
And keep their allegiance sworn.
I think true faith can be found
In the hearts of the wearied soul
Who believe they can’t be bound
As long as love keeps them whole.
