As life keeps slowly passing by,
Why turn it to a puzzle deep?
O Lord, your will itself at times
Raises questions hard to keep.
You leave your helpless child to gaze
From far, in silence and in pain—
At my own limits and frail ways,
Does not your tender heart feel strain?
Trial after trial You bestow,
Till wounded bleeds the weary heart;
Do You not sense my fragile strength?
Without your power—I fall apart.
Test me not in riddles vast—
I lack that zeal, that strength, that might;
Your world, Your laws, creation Yours—
Why then withdraw yourself from sight?
In darkest doubt and fierce distress,
Why does the waiting stretch so long?
Cut through the ordeal, end the grief,
And show at once the path made strong.
With folded hands I humbly plead—
Accept this prayer of mercy true;
The garden that this seeker tends—
Preserve its fragrance fresh with You.
Let not my hopes be torn apart,
Let faith within me ever last;
I call to You, I think of You—
Lord, please hold my trembling hand fast.
Test not my patience anymore,
Keeper of the meek and small;
Giver of all joy and grace—
Protect my honour, hear my call.
