Today my offering is a poem, based on Habakkuk 3:17-18.
Though the lockdown continues, and we’re confined to our homes,
Though restrictions are everywhere, and freedom feels a forgotten state,
Though we can’t work properly, and feel impotent and useless,
Yet I will rejoice in the Lord;
I will choose to be joyful.
Though the economy is nose-diving, and recession is looming,
Though the very fabric of normality feels torn in two,
Though desperation walks among the sunshine, and death reaches out to grab,
Yet I will rejoice in the Lord;
I will walk by faith and not by sight.
Though plans lie in tatters, and dreams have gone up in smoke,
Though helplessness exercises a vice-like grip on us, and constraints lock us in,
Though fears, uncertainty and doubt are everywhere, and I see no reason to hope,
Yet I will rejoice in the Lord;
I will choose to worship.
Though thankfulness is through tears, and gratitude walks alongside grumbling,
Though valleys seem deep and mountains too high to scale,
Though grief at times threatens to overwhelm and my footing feels flimsy,
Yet I will rejoice in the Lord;
I will be joyful in God, my Saviour.
