Soaring

I should be soaring

But I am touring

These bitter graves instead

Forgotten plans and waylaid dreams

Things I thought you had for me

You see me mourning

my tears are pouring

in this deep, dark pit you dug for me

I hate suffering

I hate the process

In the midst of it, I often want comfort and ease

I want the easy-going life others seem to have.

That is not this season

That is not your best

So, as I honestly mourn the things I've lost and I am waiting for

I look up as I fall on You

Embracing weakness and your abundant grace

I love you

I'm amazed at your plan 

I'm in awe of your power

I desire your kingdom come, your will be done

Please carry me through