
sometimes i feel like i don’t belong i’m not a part of the song that everyone seems to know and i wonder if i’ll ever know how to sing again you see i’m not quite sure what’s deep inside i’m not quite sure that i’m all right i’m not quite sure if i matter did i ever matter hey world i wonder if it’s okay with you to quietly say i’m not okay i’m sad and don’t know why i’m mad and even when i try to find some rest all i find is just a mess i’m just a mess so i still will pray peace be still God please invade my heart and my will and let me see what you see in me and rest i am a mess but i’ll rest in You i’ll rest in You
Thoughtful poem with a sentiment I sometimes feel myself. As I age I realize how insignificant I am.
Exactly… age…a sense of a loss of influence… not despair, or a loss of hope, but embracing new limits. Thanks for stopping by.