When in the dark days of my life, I wallow. Looking through the windows close like there’s no tomorrow. everything’s been like all pain and sorrow. How long will these miseries plague me, how should i know?I came to think life had not been fair to me. I thought that life is a game to be lived like blissful eternity. That was before I knew life’s attitudes, it’s folly. How long will i taste its bitterness, was it born with me?
The grass is no greener but brown. Dry and brittle and thirsty, there’s no dew around. The rain never sprinkles that life cannot be found. How could a flower be left withered, will I die on my own ground?
How could life be so deep and lonely I wonder. Am i the only one with these thoughts like I’m always bothered? Where have all the God’s gone, the Redeemer? Will I be able to make my life withour Him or is together better?
In the dark days of my life, I also recognize. Every close window opens up wide so great in size. Only then that I begin to ask and realize, my Helper is of great mercy, to someone like me He remained nice.
I am just a poor creature afraid to sail. With life’s waves of trials, down by one nail. Everything is emptiness, questions no God-hail.
Have you ever been like this?When in the dark days of your life, your faith fails?