The Dark Place

One of the many things that gets written on my breaks at work…

Must I grieve like this
Missing the grand scope of Your glorious bliss
To deny You, I cannot take that risk
But Lord… I need to be made free

My mind seems to be in prison
Lord, I beg You, please restore my vision
I am the object of my own derision
I’m being hurt… by me

It’s a fight for joy but I’m without power
Each hour that passes is the darkest hour
Lord, my joy is wilting like a water starved flower
It’s so dark… I cannot see

This insecurity; it keeps coming around
And with all my might, I try to cast it down
But I’m still chained and so very bound
And still… I cannot find the key

I pray nightly to be delivered
Looking for the light hoping to atleast find a sliver
Being carried on by the currents in this river
How much longer… will it be



… but they who wait for the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles; they shall run and not be weary; they shall walk and not faint.
Isaiah 40:31 ESV


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