I cried again this morning, Lord.
I know you heard my prayer.
But Lord, I’m not at peace today
I still need for you to care.
I cry for what might have been,
The years that we have lost.
While searching for the rainbow
We paid an enormous cost.
We took our eyes off the prize
And through the years we stumbled,
When all that time we might have been
More grateful and much more humbled.
Now I sit in quiet solitude and
Think about our past,
Still yearning for what we lost
And remembering the cost.
