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!
