There, There

Based on Psalm 73. No tune.

We're in a world where wickedness walks easy,
while righteousness must steep and narrow crawl,
where those who have take more and more, unceasing,
and who have not must give until they fall.
And will you catch these sparrows, God of seeing?
Can even your hands hold someone so small?

The heart that tastes this seasoning turns bitter;
the mind that runs these circles closes in.
I lay them, heart and mind, before the sifter,
who knows my secrets and who sees my sin.
Why is it so, my God, my soul's uplifter,
that good should so oft lose, and evil win?

Look up, my heart; look up and see the heavens:
the world is greater than you understand.
For I, oh God, am always in your presence,
and always you are holding my right hand.
Then lead me, Lord, by your own luminescence.
These stars cannot direct me to your land.

There, there will I at last, at last see clearly;
there, there (I hope) will everything make sense,
when all will see how closely here, how nearly
you walk with us as refuge and defense,
and know for sure how you have loved us dearly
and love us ever, world without an end.