On the Fulcrum
Another year has come and gone;
Many opportunities have flown, while left undone.
I stumble along trying to recall the resolutions of last year
And wonder if I kept even one.
O we labor to accomplish a single good deed,
But find, that like Paul, itâ€™s our faults that succeed.
At least we have hope, just knowing that he struggled the same way too.
Our world now is tottering on the fulcrum of fear
As we face what weâ€™d like to call a â€˜happy new year.â€™
Will our new leader find some semblance of order?
Will terrorâ€™s promoters pass over our borders?
â€”and everyone wonders about the big three;
Will they stay above water or sink down beneath?
Now who thinks about Jesus and remembers His plea?
â€œIn spite of it all, will you just follow me?â€
Missiles and hand-guns and some new influenza;
Tsunamis and war zones and foes whoâ€™ll befriend you.
The News Anchor smiles while delivering the blues,
And the general consensus is that each day we loseâ€”
A bit of the grip that we thought that we bore
As our fearful world crumbles each day a tad more.
But He said to lift up your head and rejoice;
A difficult saying or a wondrous choice?
Remember this world, in the good Book is spoken
Of as being controlled by a dark prince whoâ€™s choking
Us off from the light at the tunnelâ€™s far end,
From the love of a Savior and valuable friend.
The dark clouds have gathered! The thunder is rumbling!
The wisdom of men is now slowly succumbing,
And the hope that He promised is just peeking through;
With great patience behold it; it will surely come true!
Â© j a hanning â€“ December 2008