The Land Of In-Between

Do you really heal the broken hearts,
bind wounds, and comfort pain,

though I don't feel you near my
shattered soul or deepest strain?

When I can't see in front of me,
are you still making plans for me?

Or is my every effort just in vain?


Remember when I once believed
you had a better plan,

and though I lived in darkness,
I knew you'd come sweeping in?

Although I wept, I still believed
that you'd rush in to rescue me,

but here I wait in silence once again.


I hope to see, on down the road,
some good come from this wrong,

if not here, then maybe when
I weep at Jesus' throne.


Surely, somehow, won't some joy
flow from my misery?

My finite sight can't see beyond
this Land Of In-Between.