Lord, we have needs
You know them before we open our mouth
When you hear, you act
And we so want you to act, Father.
Our self-pity at times is contemptible
But not to you, no not to you
You hold on, hold out, hold up for us.
Like the good coach
That we never had.
And the cadence…
“Press in… extend…ready…here comes the burst…
That’s the stuff!”
Imagine, somehow out of all of this mess
In shorter time than we think
God, all lovely, looks down, and smiles
“That’s the stuff.
My stuff…in you
See, you made it through.”
Doug Blair, Waterloo, Ontario