Pandemic Poem

​In times of trouble and of woe,
This is when our feelings flow
To express our doubts and fears
And overflow our eyes with tears.
Helpless in the current mess
Each day I’m having less and less.
How to eat or pay the rent?
Nothing I can do but vent!
What’s the purpose? Where’s the plan?
I’ll do anything I can.
Trust in God? How can it be
That I’ve forgotten to bow my knee?
Sovereign LORD, I humbly ask
That in your favor I may bask.
Forgive my foolishness and pride
To think my good would ever ride
On gifts my own instead of Yours?
I need you now to bring the cures.
Without you all I have is lost.
Return my heart, whate’er the cost.