Breaking and Entering

Can somebody tell me why I'm awake right now?

There's not even a single star out.

The wind is howling,

And the shutters are flying around.

Is the scraping noise just in my head?

No, it's the tree branches tearing my roof.

The outside clawing at this shelter made for me.

Making advances toward the inside.

And I'm here in my bed

Hoping, praying, trying to be at peace.

Should I be concerned?

Should I be worried

That life is crashing down right outside my window?

What if I get hurt?

What if that howling, clawing world breaks into mine?

If I scream at the top of my lungs,

Will anyone come running?

Would anybody even care?

Truth is, we're all wondering that same thing.

But we go about our daily lives

Acting as if we’re enjoying the stars,

Acting as if our shelter doesn’t have a scratch.

Truth is, the outside has broken into the inside.

Truth is, everyone has bruises.

But the truth is, we have hope

And we’ve been given the gift of peace

Even in the midst of the storm.

That howling, clawing world will break into ours,

But the redeeming world of love has already broken in.

Should I be concerned?

Should I be worried?

No.

Megan