Suddenly, I remembered. He isn’t!
He is not the most important aspect
Of your God-given life. He is just him.
That is all. That is much. But its all.
He is just a man whose temporary,
Just that temporary, tastes are. That’s it.
They waver like the sun when clouds are there.
Hello then goodbye is their hymn in life.
And his will? Well only unchanging if untrue.
So I ask if God would put the hands nigh,
And when the answer was, “I do not know,”
I realized I must stop, and wait and pray.
For only in the time when darkness rages,
Have you found the book of everlasting pages.