The day was dark, but the sun still shined.
My mood was somber, yet I still smiled.
The hours dragged on as time stood still,
Just twelve more hours until sleep would fill.
Avoiding the truth of the way that I felt,
Out of options, on my knees I knelt.
“Oh God, oh God… why have you forsaken me?”
To my surprise, the answer came simply:
Oh John… you have always been free.
To God’s will I made my way and lifted my eyes,
Up toward heaven—for the blind, the broken… and other guy.
