The Plan -- Yet Another Bit of Poetry

My plans, I had them laid out.

All nice and clear and straight.

In bold clean ink, I wrote them.

But then, along came fate.

They were tumbled, crashed, knocked over,

Bruising deeply as they fell.

Each way I turned now blocked me in,

They’d formed a living hell.

I tried to rearrange them,

Rebuild my shattered dreams,

But they cut my hands, tore my arms,

And muffled all my screams.

Broken down and fainting,

I knew I had no hope.

Till somewhere up above me,

There simply dropped a rope.

Desperate for my freedom,

I grabbed at it to flee,

The rope, it wasn’t strong enough.

It broke and I fell free.

The darkness it encompassed me.

Complete, and black, and thick.

I bowed my head and gave up.

My heart soon slowed its tick.

I know You have a purpose,

Designed a perfect plan,

But sometimes I can’t see it,

Since I am just a man.

I feel so often shattered,

Helpless to fix my life,

Surrounded by my upset goals,

A path that’s full of strife.

It takes a lot of courage,

To just hold on to trust,

But someday I know I’ll look back,

And see that You’ve been just.

Please, Father, give me faith,

To walk when I am blind,

To remember that You are always there,

When despair is on my mind.

I do not know what the future holds, but I know who holds my future. ~ Lee Strobel