Eternal hope we have, day to day it stays.
Day to day, life keeps eternity at bay.
What makes us cry and pain and sorrow?
Why does this life hurt us so?
Why can’t God just tell us how?
What is life if not short and then gone?
I look over life and only see the small,
I wish my eyes were bigger.
I think of God but not of men,
what good does it do? He doesn’t NEED me.
I long for the new, better and greater me…
The one that cares and helps and sees.
When will she get here?