Putting down the anchor of hope In a desolate sea of despair... Or maybe weighing the anchor And leaving that sea behind? Well, I'm getting lost in my metaphors, But the path is already there: To be close and to follow You, Hashem, With my heart, and body, and mind. To trust that You really have a plan, That You always know what's best... Then, instead of problems and troubles, I will see a task and a test. I will strive and achieve, I will trust and pray, Your support I will always find. I will learn to feel hopeful yet content In my heart, and body, and mind.
It's spring, it's spring, it's finally spring! It puts a spring in your step. It's time to forget, to start over again, And to sing, and to dance, and to clap!
I'm tired of flying, of dreaming, of waiting, I'm ready to land - somehow. And slowly start getting used to "earth" - Real life in the here-and- now. Finding strength and courage with every step, Feeling fresh, alert, and aware... Life is not up in Heaven, it's here on Earth, And Hashem is here, not there.
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