I looked about me and found no one
No hand to lift me out of the deep
No ointment to salve these wounds
I was exhausted, weary and broken
My tears dried-up, my heart settled
Yet no reprieve has graced my way
Alone at my deepest deprivation
The Lord did not hasten to my side
He did not pull me out of the dark
But the heaviness seemed lighter
And my heart fluttered with hope
Though no deliverance was in sight
To bid the devastation farewell
Yet hope flickered within my soul
I am still in this stygian darkness
But I can feel the break-of-dawn
Though His hand works His purpose
Resolved to destroy other reliance
And all false hope and assurance
To render me bare before His gaze
Besieged, all my allies now cut-off
Oddly toughened by the isolation
And the circumstances unchanging
I rest my heart and hope on the Lord
Resolute to endure the devastation
I wait on Him with joyful expectation
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