Emotionally uprooted,
Not sure where I belong.
The things I once was sure of
Now suddenly seem wrong.
Unmoored, adrift and frightened,
No solid ground in sight.
I wonder where I'm going
And who will heed my plight.
Alone, unheard, unnoticed,
Afraid to lift my voice,
Afraid to be disparaged,
Afraid to make a choice.
Distressed, ashamed, remorseful,
Embarrased at my state.
I'm not sure how I got here
Or what will be my fate.
I lay my case before God,
And ask for his regard.
I tell him of my sorrow,
How life is just too hard.
I wonder, will he hear me,
Or will he turn away?
Will he be disappointed
At what I had to say?
I bow my head in silence
And wait for his rebuke,
Knowing that his charges
I'm too tired to dispute.
"My child," he gently whispers,
"I know you feel alone.
I know you feel uncertain
As you're facing the unknown.
"But know that I am with you,
I am your solid ground.
You feel as though you're missing,
But you are truly found.
"I see you and I hear you,
I know your every tear,
And I will never leave you,
There's nothing you need fear.
"My love for you is endless,
Dependent on my Son.
You cannot ever lose it,
That battle has been won."
