Out of Reach

So often the things I want most

Are just out of my reach.

I can’t quite seem to get to them

Across the endless breach.

I like to think that I know best

All that is good for me,

But clearly You see the same thing

Yet view it differently.

I know You want to me to push hard

For those things I must do,

Yet learn that, when You tell me no,

I need to listen, too.

Oh Lord, I’m going to place my trust

In the lessons You teach,

That I will know when to push on

And when it’s out of reach. 

This darling photo was taken by my cousin, Casey. It so captured my heart that I asked him to let me use it. Thanks, Casey!