Otherwise

Though I know you hear my laughter,

I know you hear my cries,

it feels otherwise.

Though you are peace like a river

Joy filling my heart and eyes,

it feels otherwise.

Though I am righteous in my plight

And walk by faith not by sight,

it feels otherwise.

Though I know I’m made to love

And for sin to despise,

it feels otherwise.

Good thing I trust not in what I feel!

For only in this otherwise

Is no truth, simply lies.

For at the end of the day,

In my fall and in my rise,

You are good otherwise.

*** Thank you Jane Kenyon for inspiring me to change my otherwise. ***