Weak, down and depressed,
Pressed and crushed,
Clueless and faint,
What shall I do?
Where shall I go?

Who shall I meet?
What shall I say?
Is my hope my real hope?
Or am I hoping on vanity,
Searching deep for answers but still blank?

Time and tide waits for no one they told me,
Am I wasting my time or is my time wasting me?
Will it work out or will I walk out?
Should I cry or wail?
Will my tears make me Hale?

I shan't cry nor wail, but I shall pray,
I've prayed but I will still pray,
I'll hope and look unto the God of Creations,
Cause He wishes the best for me, His creation,
My hope is in the Lord who made Heaven and Earth.

#Imperfect child of a perfect Father.
©Pheebs.