These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Finding the Way Back

When the day seems gray and still
without a purpose known,
When the hours are hard to fill
with aught, yet but a groan,

When challenges start piling on
without a hope of change,
When turn-arounds don't come anon,
and heart can't rearrange.

When the body lumbers heavily forth
as the fat on the torso piles,
When all hopes of seeing future worth
is lost in staring whiles,

How do we find the way back home
to better days of yore?
When will we be invited, "Come,"
by Love, that doth implore?

When "all is lost" doth seem my lot,
when better days seem o'er,
how do we see the best we've got,
remembering "before"?

Remember what He's always done.
Remember His great care.
Remember Christ, His Only Son.
Remember Hope to dare.

Remember that all trials known
do purify from dross.
Remember Lordly final groan,
redeeming ev'ry loss.

Remember that He comes again.
Remember the lasting Day.
Remember Restoration's win.
Remember The Truth to obey.

by Jay O’Toole
on March 23rd, 2022