Dark Days
I can look out the window of my heart and see the storm brewing. Its been approaching slowly but ominously for a long steady time. Now I'm in the eye of the storm, caught in the darkness unable to see a way out and feeling the weight of the heavy clouds that now cover me. Tears of frustration, and tears of rejection mingle with the storm that I'm caught in. And although I do know the way out, it seems impossible to reach out and grab that umbrella that will not take away the storm but it will definitely shield the sharp pellets. More tears of despair and hopelessness because I know that until I reach for that covering I will not have relief....Has anyone ever drowned in pouring rain pellets? Or, in their own tears?
Oh Lord, help me...I am so weak, I am so tired, this storm has broken me down and I know that if I would only reach out, you will do the rest. Now I fear that it might be too late, so I put my arm down again hopeless and all alone. Somewhere in those dark days I hear the still small voice that reminds me....
Where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord.....
So I will choose to raise my hand again and I will ask for the strength to reach up into the storm and get my umbrella...that covering that will shield and protect in the midst of the storm
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