No, I am not "okay".
Nothing is "alright" -
I'm tired all day
and I cry at night.
I'm not okay,
but I will be.
The sun will come out
eventually.
But if I never get out of this bed again;
if I never go home to my own;
I won't cry anymore because
I really am coming home!
There are no easy answers
but it's ok to ask why.
And I have learned that it
is a very fine thing to cry.
I'm not alright,
but that's okay.
I wouldn't have it
another way.
Because I am counting down the days
until everything really is just fine!
Until I walk the road, to the gate,
that leads to my father divine.
And then I will run!
I'll run all the way!
Till He wraps me in his arms
and whispers: "It's okay."
