Every Single Blessed Day

Burying wishes under their needs
Staring in horror as the Son bleeds

Compelled to do what is morally right
Though insignificant compared to His plight

Wishing and hoping for dreams to come true
Unsure of life - unsure of You

Feeling futile as you give self away
Every single blessed day

So many poor ones
Too many who cry
So many needing
Why, God, oh why?

To get us to Heaven
Is that the trick?
Each good deed
Adds a paving brick?

Cementing the path
Is that the key?
To do what is right for all,
Not just me?

You can always say no when you tire
Jumping right down from your cross
You can throw in that towel
To recoup some of your loss

Or you could learn from the Master
And stay the course come what may
Giving more of self away
Every single blessed day

©2006 Maureen Locher