Into everyone's life must come
that one fateful day.
My day was that morning,
I woke up listing left
like a ship without a rudder.
My head found the wall,
I didn't realize I was leaning.
Even its name is a mystery: multiple sclerosis.
This is where my faith found traction.

You are there at every turn
even when I can't feel my leg,
I can still feel Your presence.
I ask each day, and one day it will be true:
Restore me to glorious health again.
Bring back a graceful gait, an easy stride.
Reboot my faulty memory.
Make my pain a thing of the past.

I expect it to come to pass and it will.
Resurrect the temple of my body.
I'll use it for Your glory.