In my darkest hour... I know; despair!
Sometimes itís hard believing, that, Jesus is really there.
I'm questioning my faith, as I ask; loudly why?
I go to my knees... then, I; begin to cry.
Tears roll down my cheeks; then, fall into my hands.
They remind me of a story, from; a far off land.
About a mother who, to; cried of loss.
When the child she bore, died upon the cross.
I thought of the despair; she must have felt within
I had something she didnít, the knowledge; he died for our sins.
I felt sad; for the mother, who lost her only boy.
But, the love from her child, fills my soul with joy.
My darkest hour suddenly, lit with; his love so bright.
The despair Iíd felt before, turned hopeful, within his light.
I realized, my Lord gave... this vision; unto me
About his blessed Mother, so; I could clearly see
That, life on this Earth is; only just a test.
To keep our faith strong, while living life to our best!
Helping one another, and, passing on his love
As he watches over us, from Heaven up above.