Refocus

I started this poem a few months ago and finally just finished it.

Where in the world have senses gone?
I cannot type, my fingers stick.
The knot in my gut just will not go.
Something’s not right and the
World is out of sync.
Like a gear that will not catch
Or an angle off by a degree;
The rubbing is not so
Noticeable, but this makes
Things all the worse.
O sing, my heart, unto the Lord,
For this too is under his sovereign
Control.
We live as though blind,
Groping around in the dark.
But I am not blind,
And the night is not here.
Christ is the light,
And he has given you eyes to see
The glories of his grace.
It is not this world in which you hope,
Nor the circumstance this day you face
That is your rock of strength.
Should you lose all—
Your house, friends, family, or sanity
This is the truth upon which you must rest:
That God shall surely bring His kingdom
reigning in steadfast love and majesty
While all other things must surely pass away.