Where
are the miracles these days?
Are
my prayers shorter, do they lack passion?
I'm
tired, is it sifting through to our exchanges?
Tired
of goodbyes, grandchildren too far away
Robbed
of their father at his own hands, and hers
Of
prodigals and saints with grudges
Tired
of an enemy who has been given an inch
And
always takes a mile because he's allowed to.
Eyes
that are older find it hard to see
Real
life hitting head-on with what i'd hoped for
Sixty
years gone and i'm still waitin'
Thinkin'
maybe if I had another 60 years
And
could do things different...
But
I don't.
I
have here and now, that is what You promised
And
to be with me always.
You
love me, You love them
That
has to be more than enough.
And
You have gifted me with the best hearts
To
share the good, bad and ugly
For
all the miracles of yesterday
I
thank You sincerely and still look for Your fingerprints.
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