How chill the wind that blows here
Like ice upon my cheek;
How cold the rain that falls here,
How barren and how bleak;
This is a place of silence
That laughter never shares,
A place of untold sadness,
Of sorrow and of tears.
Here have I been so many times,
So many nights and days;
Here have I sat in dim-lit room
Without the sunlight's rays;
Would that I might escape this gloom
And find some joy, some peace;
Would that this night would fade away,
This pain and sorrow cease.
Reach me your hand and lift me up;
Help me once more to stand;
Shine on me, Jesus, with your love,
Give me your outstretched hand.
Lord, without you I cannot live,
You are all I require;
Take me, Lord Jesus, take my life,
You are my heart's desire.
Copyright – Patricia Todd.
27th September, 2007.
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