I wrote this a few months ago and found it on my computer today. It is meant to be a song, and some day I hope it will be.
When Trying isn’t Enough
I stumbled one more time,
and fell, the bitter dust to eat
I push with arms too weary
to bring me to my feet.
I tried and tried to stand
and I’ve failed so many times
Everyone has some last chance
and I think this was mine.
CHORUS: What do I do
when trying isn’t enough?
When my tired arms can’t lift me
and my voice is hoarse and rough
from calling for help
that doesn’t seem to come.
What do I do when I try
and it isn’t enough to get me home.
Shaking hands reach out
for another mirage of hope.
but the water disappears
and I gasp with my parched throat
“I’ve traveled many miles
in this desert, in this heat,
Is this to be forever?
Is there no crust for me to eat?”
CHORUS
As I give up hope,
I rest, despair now overwhelming
then a shadow falls on me
and I see an arm extending.
“I’m here to help, I’m here.
Let me care for you.
Your Brother will not leave
and will always be true.”
CHORUS’: I turn to you
When trying isn’t enough
When my tired arms can’t lift me
and my voice is hoarse and rough
I’m calling for help
and my Friend has come
I’ll lean on you when I try,
You are enough to get me home.
