Some days can be so dark —
the nights even darker.
Laying alone in the quiet
thoughts come in ever growing swells —
threatening to capsize me,
leaving me so cold, despairing and lost.
Problems grow — I cower in their shadows.
How will I ever manage?
What can I do?
What can I do to work this out?
I will fail. I will fall.
On my knees, nose to dirt
my soul cries to You.
Black fades to grey.
The weight begins to lift.
The air becomes lighter filling me again.
Remember what He has done!
Call to mind past rescues —
feel His hand under me, lifting me to His chest.
Help me to remember, Lord.
Whisper the truth to me.
Tell me again the times You have come to my rescue.
You alone are my strength, my shield.
You gently lead me.
Once again I'll go over what God has done,
lay out on the table the ancient wonders;
I'll ponder all the things You've accomplished,
and give a long, loving look at Your acts.
O God! Your way is holy!
No god is great like God!
You're the God who makes things happen;
You showed everyone what You can do —
You pulled Your people out of the worst kind of trouble,
rescued the children of Jacob and Joseph.