Make This Life Matter

Let there be fruit, Lord.

Declare it, I pray.

Long years of sorrow-

and yet I have stayed.

There must be a harvest-

Morning must come.

Through my own heartache

let me help some.

The road has been rough

and now I'm so tired.

but I vow my best efforts,

I'll give what's required.

Quiet love is your Truth

let me live it for real.

Make me an instrument

through which others You heal.

Turning sadness into joy

and regret into hope

make this life matter

giving mercy full scope.