DARK TIMES, BE GONE

Trying harder getting harder

The Sun rises again, nothing better

Many books are being read

The writers have all rightly said.

Day after day, strength dwindle

Hope cries out, who will rekindle?

Antagonists waiting for your fall

And you'll be done when they call

You work so hard and pray

Yet it seems like beating the air

Morning comes, hoping today is your day

Soon the sun sets, and you've gotten nowhere

Like a mumbo jumbo, your beautiful song seems

The high-flying and sparkling dream dims

Today you fly so high

The next, you can't but just cry

Why? you ask. Why is it so tough?

The road to success so rough

Can we have it all bed of roses

Maybe we can sing our song of Moses

Yet those who have come before us

Fought hard and became conquerors

Wondered if they were super-humans

Or some kind of magicians

But they are definitely not, are they?

So what's the problem here?

When will God make a way?

When shall we also have our day?

Or even have a say

Why the unending delay?

While searching through the pages of the Holy book

As the hart pants after the water brook

My heart seeks earnestly, an answer

Looking high and low, Jesus is the answer

Though my strength fails by the day

And I feel too weak to pray

Yet I will lift my heart and praise

The Only One who, out of the ashes, can raise

Though the night be so dark

I won't bat an eyelid

And the sun refuses to shine her light

Or the moon goes on holiday

And the Stars goes AWOL

I will yet hope, for morning comes when hope rises

When the memories of the dark become a story

What a road to glory!