Time To Take The Time

When care of love the life of laughter dims

And presses weary sighs between our lips

When cup of heartache drains our song and brims

With sorrow-hues and mournful fellowships

When will and want are not enough to heal

Or seal the strife that troubles season-sands

Then it is time to take the time to kneel

And tell it to the One who understands

When hope is like a howling hunger-storm

And need a labyrinth, deep, undeterred

That runs in raging rivers through a form

Of skin and bone with groan too raw for word

When try-again flounders and fails to fill

The hollow where we cannot stem the tide

Where doubt and fear and pride unleash their ill

And we seek One in whom we can confide

...then it is time to take the time to bow

Before the Hands and Feet that once wore nails

He suffered every grief earth could allow

And renders peace and love that never fails

In spite of what we face, His grace sustains

With tender mercy He covets our cry

Oh, praise the name of Jesus, He remains

Kind, faithful fellowship for you and I

© Janet Martin