Categories: Despair
When I ‘m body-weary, spirit-spent
Not looking up but downward bent
A pain-filled mind, bitter with grief
Loathing life; no self-belief
An ocean of tears; a descending spiral
Feeling like death, no hope of revival
Thinking myself of little worth
Constantly rueing the day of my birth.
When I’m deeply discouraged, my heart is breaking
I’m full of fear; my whole body is aching
In a tumult of a raging sea
With waves of terror crashing over me
I really have nowhere to go
I cry out from the deepest place
It’s then God comes; shows me His face
And I know for sure that it is Him
Because the place that was so dark, so dim
Is suddenly flooded with brilliant light
And there’s an end to my long, black night
I see the sun rising in the sky
Have my hope renewed and wonder why
I didn’t cry out sooner.
Psalm 42
