Sometimes

Where do we go when we go away? Where do I go when I want to stay? Sometimes I am lost and I can not see. “God”, I look up and all I can do is pray. Sometimes it is hard for me to even believe. And then sometimes you set me so free! Why does it have to be this way? What is it that you need for me to say? Sometimes I run free with the night. “God”, I look around and I find my prey. Sometimes I can see the crystal clear light. And then sometimes I enhance my very own fight. What mountain do you need for me to climb? Where am I destined in this blessed and holy time? Sometimes heaven is right at my front door. “God”, I look down and even I can draw the line. Sometimes I push for your all or more. And then sometimes I am my own warrior. Why do I balance these things with you? What is it that you need for me to do? Sometimes I just wonder why. “God”, I am looking all around simply passing through. Sometimes I am just tired and want to sit down for a cry. And then sometimes I know that I have always been the one that tried. © Copyright: 1997 Ann Rich