What happened to days of our untethered youth,
When what was required depended on truth?
When worries were few and troubles unknown,
What happened from then to the now that has grown?
Our days filled with moments both carefree and fun,
Too quickly we find nothing under the sun,
That satisfies fully or gives us true peace,
We watch as our hope and delight now decrease.
Time passes in torrents. In storms it does fly,
Our laughter we mourn and often we cry,
Our tears fill up rivers, our moans sear the air,
Our hearts often give up in complete disrepair.
We come to our God with bruises and scars,
Of bludgeoning wounds which surpass all the stars.
And then God completes the work that He’s done,
Our youth then returns as the victory is won.
We come to Him broken and clinging to life,
We come when no longer we can bear the strife,
We finally let go and let God do His best.
With Him in our place, we can pass every test,