This is a story of someone
You might know, relate to, or be
This is a story of
Someone named Ewen Me.
Ewen was quite ordinary
Unremarkable by sight
Yet he had hopes and dreams
That one day would take flight.
He worked an honest job
And treated others with respect
Sought to do good
Evil he would reject.
But with each passing day
The size of his dreams
Were subtlety reduced
From a river to a stream.
His tree-top hopes
Had been whittled down
By the saw teeth of life
Now splinters on the ground.
Suddenly through the years
Life wasn’t as planned
Disappointment was heavy
And hard to understand.
The weight of the world
Finally got to Ewen Me
The burden of his load
Made him drop to his knees.
Through his tears and his fears
He looked to the ceiling
And shouted , “God, if You’re there,
Do You know what I’m feeling?”
“I’m tired of fighting –
The struggles and all.
Can You hear my cries?
Will You answer my call?”
Ewen Me was broken
At the end of his will
Then he heard, “I will fight for you,
You need only be still.”
“What was that?” Ewen asked.
“There’s another choice?
Someone will fight for me?”
He began to rejoice.
Memories of Scripture flowed
Of God’s promise to care
To those He called His own
Their burdens He would bear.
“Someone will fight for me
I need only be still.”
Something so simple
But to surrender the will.
The hopes and dreams
Ewen Me had planned
Are now something better
When they’re in God’s hands.