The restless nights, the tear-filled eyes;
The soul in anguish, the cloudy skies.
A weary body, a fragile mind;
Worrisome thoughts, and hope declined.
A mist of doubt and fear arise;
Obscuring light and God’s sunrise.
Where once I bathed in help divine,
A deafness to my prayers I find
No strength I gain from stained-glass towers,
Birds are hushed, and bloomless flowers.
The world I view is monochrome,
Depression comes and makes its home.
Can confidence and hope emerge,
Where pain and worry do converge?
Is there buoyancy in tempest tossed,
A lighthouse beam for one who’s lost?
Depleted strength- no plan revealed;
My heart recalls a truth concealed-
A God who stills the raging sea,
Delights to save and set me free.
From my dark and cheerless place,
I call for intervening grace.
He lifts me from the waves below,
To heights of joy I did not know
He leads me to the waters still;
My soul restored – His perfect will.
All failure, fear and worry cease,
And in His presence perfect peace
My anxious soul has found its rest;
All waywardness and sin confessed.
A joy-filled path through valley deep,
A God of hope- my soul will keep.
When mentors fail, and winds prevail;