When life gets hard and trying and difficult to take And leaves you lying in the night—worried, wide awake, May you find some peace in knowing this is not unique to you— For God will try every heart to test which ones are true.
The old man sat quietly, wrinkled and gray; Yet, alertly he watched the toddler play. Then catching my eye, he beckoned to me; And stooping, I asked what his need might be. He said, “Age brings wisdom; but there is a cost, Dreams get dimmer and wonder is lost; Yet there is a place not quite as it seems— Back in the land of my childhood dreams.
I long for a place free of anger— Where hate does not exist. I wish for the day when death is done And loved ones are never missed. I pray for sharing unity Where gone is haughty waste; I hope for clear direction To heal our reckless haste. And with things turned so ugly, With all hope lost it seems, Sometimes I catch a glimpse of somewhere When I close my eyes to dreams.