The room full of light,
Yet my heart so dark,
My savior please save me,
Save me from myself.
The days go by and I wander on,
The things that come, I know not of,
Tears cup my eyes,
Yet through all that,I praise You.
The hurt digs in, and I praise You,
The tears dampen the carpet,
Yet I praise you,
The tears will cease, but I'll have You.
Those cruel words, that peirced my heart,
They ring to this day, and my heart weeps,
But that hurt is not of You,
No, You are my comfort, my comfort in this rain.
PLEASE ENCOURAGE AUTHOR,
LEAVE COMMENT ON ARTICLE Read more articles by Christopher Lowery or search for other articles by topic below.