In the midst of my darkness and despair
I cried to the Lord, begging and pleading
'Lord, take note of what this heart is needing'
My heart cried out to Him and He was there
Hope had been stolen by a thief by night
I called to those who had, once, given peace
Were, now, all looking for that same release
So, I turned to God in my weary plight
I turned to Him not believing He'd move
For no other reason I turned in fear
Longing to have Him, once again, draw near
And, for my sackloth mask to be removed
I called to Him; I knew not where to go
I called to Him and He burdened my woe
I had my doubts that I'd hear Him again
It seemed so often that I dreamed big dreams
To find they are impossible, it seems
And that I wasn't worthy of a win
Oh, but He heard my cry in that dark night
He loved me in spite of my disbelief
He embraced me and comforted my grief
He removed my mask and granted me sight
Despite my doubt, He found me wandering
He found me and gave me new life again
He searched me and forgave each of my sins
And, more than that, He calmed my pondering
He answered me and He showed me the way
Oh, how can I keep from praising His name
((March 30th,2009))
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem