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by Brenda Weatherly
August 6, 2005
I feel like I have been broken,
Without any help in sight.
I do not know anymore
If I can even see the light.
This pit of despair I’m in...
Oh, will it ever cease?
I’m wallowing in hopelessness
Without any sense of peace.
Beauty and serenity
Described my life and home,
But now I have been uprooted
Dumped, deserted and left to roam.
In the closeness of my sister
A deep friendship has been sown,
But now she, too, is being taken away
And once again I am alone.
Oh dear Jesus,
Mercy is what I beg of You.
I know I should be brave and strong
But I just don’t know what to do.
How am I supposed to sing for joy
While living in a foreign land?
I wait for You morning and night
But no more do I feel Your hand.
Guide me, protect me
I’m crying for Your touch!
Please do not desert me-
There is no way I can bear this much.
I’ll say it again,
I just don’t know how to live
In this place of broken dreams
I simply have no more to give.
And the Lord said: “Do not fear, for I am with you; do not anxiously look about you, for I am your God. I will strengthen you, surely I will help you, surely I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.” -Isaiah 41:10.
Thank-you, Jesus, for your promises!
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