Pagosa Springs Artists

Night Of My Soul

 

You are always there, my Lord,
 In  the tears of my poor heart,
 In the day or in the dark,
 In the night of my bleak soul.

 You are calling  there, my Lord,
 In both pain and in my longing,
 In all to my  cross belonging,
 In the night of my  bleak soul.

You are with me there, my Lord,
 In laments and  wounding lies,
 In  betrayal quite forthright,
 In the night of my bleak soul.
 
 You are walking there, my Lord,
In  my sadness and privation,
 In my  grave humiliation,
 In the night of my bleak soul.

 You are dying there, my Lord,
 In my own embattled dreams,
 In my life as it careens,
 In the night of my bleak soul.

You are rising there, my Lord,
 In the midst of all  the ashes,
 In my  newfound other chances,
 In the night of my  bleak soul.

 

 

first published in Penned From The Heart Devotional

©2000 Bonnie Manion

   

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