Though I fall and fail He is my healer
Like He did for so many when He walked
When I lose my way in the darkness
I look for the light switch for He is my light
When I am down and lost in a storm
He who walked on water gives me His hand
And lifts me into the boat
My body is wasted my eyesight blurred
I am tired but He comforts me
I cannot touch Him but He holds my hand
I cannot see Him but He sees me
I am down but not out
Because the tomb was empty
Frank Black Blacharczyk
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem