In the Midst

In the Midst
…He is my hope…

I cry, O Lord, I softly weep
that You my striving soul would keep
My tear filled eyes are growing blind
and inner peace I cannot find

It fades to nothing like a dream
on awakening with a scream
and not knowing what was the sight
that tore at my mind with such fright.

Daily waging the war of truth;
my only hope resides in You
It keeps my tortured heart alive;
though all around would seem to die.

Surround me, Lord and comfort me!
Rescue me from the raging sea
that pounds my shore in waves of wrath
to wash away Your chosen path.

This turmoil, I know, will soon pass,
and Your promise I’ll see at last.
In between the now and then,
hold me by Your nail scarred hand.

Copyright  ©  March 8, 2009 by Karen M. Crump

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