“”Is my striving in vain?”
Dear Lord here I am once again.
I feel that my faith is as small as a grain.
My heart feels the pain.
I need you to back me and be my anchor or cane.
Open that door for me that seems so hard to open,
nothing has come to me as though I don’t have a brain.
I feel weighted down by a heavy crane.
Dear Lord, show the world that I’m not some dizzy or dumb dane.
Guard my heart as I stare through that empty window pane.
The pressure is enough to drive one in sain.
I would like to know if my striving is in vain.