No Picnic

They've all gone out Lord
packing a picnic
lots of excitement
putting their boots on
calling the dogs up
clanging the gate shut
leaving me here


I want them to go Lord
don't want to deprive them
Why should they stay here
stuck in the house


Better to stride out
race down the footpath
leap over ditches
tramp through the bracken
run in the meadow
climb up the hillside
right to the top


Give me the strength Lord
not to be envious
not to feel lonely
but to be glad now
that I have You


When they come back Lord
help me to greet them
hear their adventures
laugh at their jokes


Don't let them know Lord
just how I feel Lord
how much I long for
when I'll be well


Help me to bear it
think of the good things
scent of the blossom
song of the blackbird
sun on the dew


and above all Lord
while I am waiting
help me to value
time spent with You


author: Von Jones