Treasure Island

Royston Allen


All my days had no colour and looked very grey


All my days had no colour and looked very grey
and I wished that my depression would go away.
Nothing excited me as I went through the motions.
No feeling of joy only such sad emotions.

Nothing could lift my soul from its awful despair
there was just the darkness and gloom everywhere.
I was lost in the depths of my sorrow and pain
and I wondered if I would know laughter again.

Though the road looked so long and so dark to me
and such fear and despair was all that I could see.
But I always knew that You would walk with me there
that I would not be bereft of Your loving care.

Then the great day came when colours appeared once more
Your light came shining through my hearts half open door.
And then my depression started to go away
as I began to live and enjoy each new day.

Oh the joy of being able to laugh and sing
Oh the difference that only Jesus can bring.
Now glorious colour radiates each day
As I walk and talk with Jesus along the way.

Submitted: Sunday, April 08, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, April 08, 2014

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Psalm 34: 6
This poor man cried out, and the Lord heard him,
And saved him out of all his troubles.

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