Sometimes
I wonder at the greatness
For which God has created this simple heart
To tread inside my chest.
I wander
Like lost thoughts
Searching for remembrance
Searching for remembrance
Which I know exists
Even in cold December air
When "not yet" echoes in my shivering mind.
Sometimes I wonder
If I'm created for a greatness
I never imagined
Not found in ringing stage lights
Or stamped newspaper fonts.
And though I have waited
Behind those heavy curtains
And squinted into spotlights
I have come back again
Off stage
And wondered for the meaning of it all.
Sometimes at four o' clock on black nights
When good people sleep
I stare at the stars
And wonder if greatness
Is holding your tongue
When your heart wants to cry out
For the oppression of it all.
And I ask the threshold of heaven,
If I was created for greatness
If I can be great in little ways
Just to please the One
who made the skies I'm under.
I once imagined
That I would
Be praises stacked high by people
Whispering my name
And sailing ships for the sake of my accomplishments
But today all I know is
My breath that swirls in clouds before me
And my hands that ache with cold
And the worlds behind my tired eyes
That crash upon my heart
When they discover they have no home
Outside my head
And my heart tugs at the embrace
Of quiet promises that seem to be sleeping
Longing to run it's own race
Before the ice has melted.
But still
I wait 'til spring
When the sun comes back
And fills my lungs
Fills my heart
Fills the road before me
And faithfully
when spring comes
Faithfully
when promises reach for me
Like faithful mothers
When I have worked
And waited
Faithfully
He will show me my way
And I will run.
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"...and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us." Hebrews 12:1
