At times I think that in my life I’ve done more harm than good.
And I regret not having done those things I know I should.
At times it seems as if a mountain blocks my way
And though I’ve heard “It comes to pass,” the sorrow seeks to stay.
At times I feel the way is harder than my heart can bear
Times I reach out and feel that there is nothing, no one, there
At times I seek to pray but cannot say a word
And I admit I wonder if a single prayer was heard
Then there are times that joy abiding comes to fill my heart
Times I understand that I play a special, unique part
In a theme that runs so deep it was formed before time started
In a love so vast that from it none could e’er be parted
In a reason for this life that calls unto my very soul
In a purpose helping others find that which makes them whole
In a meaning that goes beyond life’s passing, changing times
Whispered by the One who is writing my soul’s rhyme
[Reblogged from Bonita Jewel’s Weblog]