In my troubles I cried unto the Lord
In my tears, I pleaded my cause to Him
But the Lord was silent; I felt alone.
I shuddered in my spirit, and was angered
by the non-response, and cried even louder
Still He uttered not a word to ease my pain.
My troubles multiplied, my spirit sought revolt
Yet I found no place to vent my frustrations
My heart lent no freedom for such a reaction.
I prostrated and pleaded for His attention
But my pleas did not depart from my confines
They hovered around me rather hopelessly.
I lay exhausted, as I sought to glue the pieces
of my heart I thought scattered within a sham
But my attempt at blackmail rendered only silence.
The hollowness within affirmed my helplessness
The gastness within avowed my hopelessness
I gasped the revelation; I am nothing without Him.
I couldn’t depart from the forum He accorded
For I’ve heard of no other place to seek relief
Neglected in spirit, I found no comfort hither.
Between sobs, my soul worshiped Him in secret silence
The weight of much tears unveiled His love in my heart
Without a word, He has ministered comfort to my soul
My spirit was in complete surrender to His silence
My emptiness drifted away, the antagonist departed
His silent embrace was now evident;
I am not alone after all.
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