the hopeless existence

I find myself in a good life
Surrounded by good family
Having fun with good friends
Encircled in the ease of American culture

Yet something is out of place
Maybe I will find something down the road . . .

College days were good to me
I met my husband there
He seems to have a great heart
Every girl's dream is to marry their hero

Yet something is out of place
Maybe when we have children, life will gain in value

Peanut butter covered faces
Unexplained cries
Sleepless nights of caring for sick little ones
Life drags on . . .

You live hoping in the next event
The next night out. The next vacation

Now you lie upon the bed of death
Minutes tick away
Each breath you are getting closer . . .
And you never really did find your way

Life on this earth is over
You find yourself in hell

Now there is no hope of "tomorrow" to keep you going
Because tomorrow will bring the like torture of today
There is no rest
Nothing but a hopeless existence

How I would plead
And how I wish I could persuade you
To hope alone in God
For He will yet save you

". . . Cursed be the man that trusteth in man, and maketh flesh his arm, and whose heart departeth from the LORD. For he shall be like the heath in the desert, and shall not see when good cometh; but shall inhabit the parched places in the wilderness, in a salt land and not inhabited. Blessed is the man that trusteth in the LORD, and whose hope the LORD is. For he shall be as a tree planted by the waters, and that spreadeth out her roots by the river, and shall not see when heat cometh, but her leaf shall be green; and shall not be careful in the year of drought, neither shall cease from yielding fruit."

JEREMIAH 17:5-8