The days were long,
and I was so small—
the insignificance of it all.
Doldrums loomed.
Joy had no room.
All efforts were naught and folly.
And despite warm sand,
as children ran,
nothing could lift my melancholy.
It hung as a foreboding fog
that choked each pensive breath.
And there was no bliss
in that abyss,
only waste and grief and death.
But from that night
I cried for Light
in the ruined aftermath,
and sin I owned
through wordless groans,
praying God might stay His wrath.
And that He did,
because, you see—
my Advocate drew near…
and to His face
I turned
for grace
with no more brokenness or fear.
In Him
all peace is magnified.
In Him
I rise,
absolved.
In Him
the peril of my sin
is ultimately resolved.
So fog, it cleared
as Jesus neared.
He broke its grasping hold.
And I bask in His Light
once pined for in night,
knowing He is in control.
All doldrums gone
and joy resounds,
for all these wounds
have now been bound.
Days are spent in song
and hope—it stands so tall,
for my soul’s made new
as one of the few, oh!
The vitality of it all!
References from the Bible Holy
Line 3 – Ecclesiastes 1:1-2
Line 16 – John 8:12
Line 19 – Romans 8:26
Line 23 – 1 John 2:1, James 4:8
Line 25 – Acts 3:19-21
Line 26 – Hebrews 4:16
Line 29 – Philippians 4:7
Line 42 – John 15:11
Line 44 – Psalm 147:3
Line 47 – Romans 6:4
Line 48 – Matthew 7:13-14