Helpful Hope

I’m helpless here before the face of death,
like when I was inside my mother’s womb,
before my first and after my last breath,
my facts and feelings silent as the tomb.

Where was I then, and then where will I be,
when did I come, and when will I be due?
I nothing know like them and they, like me,
no signs of hope except, O God, from You.

You made my reason to discern the scope,
You send me family, friends to quell the tears,
You give me Word and Church to give me hope,
You stoke my faith to know beyond the years.

O Lord, You let me share Your love and grace,
before, beyond, I choose to see Your face.

                            by Pete Voelz     3/3/14