A Widow’s Petition

These years repeat
And I’ve been defeated by them.
Have You kept my tears in a bottle?
Are they not in Your book?

I know that I must
Pick myself up again
But I’m driving in
Mired in this end
And I can’t fight
To fix it, to make it alright
Over and over and over
Over again
I’m tired of being the defender
Of my owner’s land.
I need a husband
I need You to be my husband
Catch me ere I fall.
Be my all in all.

You told the watchmen
To give You no rest.
I’m afraid to test You,
But here I am.
Move for me again.