You know that I’m crying inside
My desire is just in Your will to abide.
Yet I hear things that make my heart ache
And I feel that a storm of tears may soon break.
It hurts me, dear Lord, to know souls that I love
Can be so immune to your plan from above.
Your children, dear Lord, Your own chosen ones
Whom You do indeed, call Your daughters and sons.
Oh Lord, we’re so human, often blind to Your will
That we often use gossip our spare time to fill
We tend to pass judgment on everyone else
As if no one were human, except for ‘myself’
We expect all to live by ‘my’ standard of life
Yet we know not their problems, heartaches or strife.
We do not know, of the way You have worked
Or the faith others had as the enemy lurked.
Nor have we walked a mile in their shoes
But still we will talk and make it ‘bad news.’
Yes Lord…I am guilty. I know for a fact
You have pruned me, dear Lord – gave me what I lacked
You’ve helped me to see and to learn and to do
How to live my whole life more pleasing to You!
Yes, Lord on the surface, I can understand
Why others would talk about where I should stand
They see that I’m different – I changed quite a lot
So of course they will gossip and bicker and talk.
Father, I know You are fully aware
For You do my existence, completely share
You know all the trials that I have gone through
And how and why things happened too.
Yes Lord, for those who do not know
I realize it can be quite a blow
To see such a different ‘me’
For all they know is what they see.
So Father, I earnestly do implore
That You would help me love them more
And they somehow would come to see
That You have truly been working in me
Molding my life to be pleasing to You
Father, I pray, help me to be true.
Guide me daily, show the way
How I should live… and love… and pray!
Written June 1978
Copyright © 2021 by Terri Art