The Troubled Road

"How do you not be troubled, Lord,

   when your trouble goes down bone deep

     and your mind thinks of nothing else?

       How can You say, 'Don't be troubled?'

         Haven't You heard a Word I said?

Your wordy sedatives won't work.

 

Not any more.  I just feel guilty.

    Guilty, because I am troubled

       and all You say is not to be.

        It does not work that way for me.

          Say what You will about belief,

my trouble will not go away.

 

I hear what You are saying, Lord.

    'As surely as sparks fly upward'

      trouble is going to come my way.

        And I know You said it will come

           to all, the just and the unjust.

I see the dust of Your troubles.

 

The troubled road You have walked,

   the one that took You up a hill,

     to a hole prepared for Your cross,

       to a tomb readied for Your death,

         to a place made ready in glory.

I see Your walk, I hear Your words.

 

When You speak the believing Word,

    it does not take away trouble,

      it takes away its dark power.

        'I am the Way' is what You said.

          With You is still where I  will go.

Trouble comes and goes, but You stay."