An empty Shell
Could I but halt the surging tide,
And build a tower in which to hide.
Could I but change the night to day,
And tell the world just to go away.
Could I but halt the storms of life,
And bypass all this toil and strife.
If I was able to do all this,
My life would surely be naught but bliss.
If that were true, it would not be well.
My life would be an empty shell.
I'd know no pain, no anger, nor fear,
Nor the healing that comes with tears.
I'd not know love that warms the heart.
Nor the lonely ache when we're apart.
I'd not know how to feel and care,
To dry the eyes or to brush the hair.
A hand to hold, and love's first kiss,
There's much in life that I would miss.
So Lord I ask, please help me to see,
The kind of person You want me to be.
© 1999, Jerry Ham