The Way Out

I've asked myself a million times.

Is it up, down, out, and about?

Why do I continue to feel like a mime?

I tried this way and felt that,

but still it wasn't the way.

Me and my many, many hats

have left me astray.

Where is the answer, where did it go?

I felt it here, near, and around.

Just waiting for it to show,

It was always here, never leaving town.

Which was the way out?

Out of the issues and problems,

the crying, the struggle, and doubt,

the tunnel with the light so dim?

The answer was there in my Father,

who was there with open arms and a nod.

To Him nothing was a bother,

not for my Father, God.