It’s the quiet moments

It’s the quiet moments
That get me.
That make my head spin.
When the memories creep in
And the emotions spill out
And I have to stop and pray,

“Lord, please help.”

I will always be
Overwhelmed by you.
I will always be
Overwhelmed by losing you.
I will always be
Overwhelmed with grief.

In those quiet moments.

And if not for faith
In a Good Father,
I wouldn’t know how to cope.
With all the doubts and fear
And spilling tear after tear,
I have only to pray,

“Lord, help me.”

He will always be
Steadfast and immovable.
He will always be
Faithful and True.
He will always be
My Good Shepherd.

Even in those quiet moments.