Voice in the Dark
I’m feeling He’s abandoned me; a spiral down won’t set me free... I need to cling, remembering, when I’ve no sight, the things He’s shown me in the light... in darkness, sing.
“How can you sing!” a voice may blare. “It’s obvious He doesn’t care; just face the facts.” Amid the drone of dark despair, a still, small Voice is always there; on this I act.
God is near the broken-hearted, hears before a prayer is started... been there too... near the one whose spirit’s crushed; “I’ll never leave you.” List now… hushed... He cries with you.
© Daniel J Ricketts 03 Feb 2005 Psalm 34:18
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