Believing

Darkness swallows
and as I dig down to the deep
to find the source
so that I can sleep
I find instead a dam
and instead of freed
I am damned
to a moment
of absolute sorrow

no more this world can borrow
as it beats me in the face
my heart begins to race
where is the joy that I so recently held dear
Lord, draw me near
hold my heart
show me the start 

and as I wait for Him to speak
and to relieve 
I look around
I see smiling faces looking back at me
and the ways
that He has shown
the things He has always known
and now I just have to trust

it is not a choice
it is a practice
and a hope
and the only way I can daily cope
because, Lord, my enemies are fighting dirty
but this is no dark thirty
and I will not give in
no they will not win
because yours is the victory.

*inspired by a night this weekend

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"How precious to me are your thoughts, God!
How vast is the sum of them!"
   Psalm 139:17