Questions Of You Poem by Jack Smith

I walk me through the pages of life,
and I face questions, doubts and fears along the way
questions of you, questions of who, questions of how
the narrow is the hardest to tread, as I've seen
funny, that it should lead to the light of life
mocking voices ring through the air as I stumble
gentle tears wash away my spirit when it's hurt
life, it seems, plays an ironic tune for me to dance and
wish I could meet the fiddler once and ask Him to play mine
lonely spaces awaken me every day but inspired words
guard my heart, lest I fail myself
I don't want to let in, without first letting out
but life questions me, what is in?
indelible love has scarred my soul; fighting not to lose
I run towards the ocean; fervent I sail to the horizon
when I break, healing grace shed it's tears
and cover my brokenness with it's fragrance
there's a me for you, but is there a me for myself?
waiting for the one united; longing to dive within
life marches on, quietly unknown, lest I become aware
and learn to lead one full of hope, but He stays where
I left Him to seek my own; ashamed I come back
to arms wide open, to a heart that's cries out for my soul
stripped of everything, I lay me down at His feet,
quivering lips mumbling a guilty word of regret
my fearful soul reclaims the promise, unsteady legs
starts running again; for the race is undone,
and the day is long before gone; fighting I swim ashore
purpose I am given from a certain lack of it
meaning I find, from empty pages of meaninglessness
forging through the lies, carrying truth in my heart
what shall I do then? whom shalt I tell the story?
let the hopeless come to me, prevent not the prodigal's presence
for I have the story of all stories; one to soothe your pain away
tis the pauper's buffet, the knight's tale, the queen's dream
it's a story of a redeeming love, chastening care and undying grace
come to me and look into my heart, I'll let you have a peek of it
come to me before the day is done and I am long gone,
whence you answer the questions of me and questions of you