By Tom D Blakely
You think you have it all worked out
You always thought you had
Another weekend is in sight
And aren’t you really glad?
And what have you lined up for it
One only can but guess
But you have no control of it
It could end up a mess.
Or maybe it already is
Your life I’m talking of?
Your partner has walked out again
So much for promised love!
You’re up the creek in debt again
My friend, you’re not alone
Recession’s hitting hard these days
It’s hard to keep a home.
It’s maybe something more complex
Like problems with the law
Perhaps it was the lawyer’s fault
That deal you got was raw.
Maybe you’re in mourning, friend
Or you’re family isn’t near
You’re into drugs and can’t get out
Maybe you live in fear . . .
The list above is not complete
Just like the human soul
For we will never be content
Set on a natural goal.
We focus on the temporary
See wood but not the trees
Look up and not around you friend
Above the answer lies!
‘I lift up my eyes to the hills – where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth.’
[Psalm 121: 1-2]