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My head bows low with the cares of life.
My heart is now heavy with grief.
The burden I’m bearing is making me sad.
And nowhere can I find relief.
I stumble along with my everyday tasks,
And try to ignore my sad fate.
But at ev’ry turn on this map called my life,
I seem to approach a closed gate.
I travel in circles, not reasoning why,
Searching for happiness, joy.
But ‘round and ‘round in life’s eddy I spin,
And shout to who’ll listen, “Ahoy!”
Completely engulfed by the waters of life,
Like Jonah, I sink in despair.
Then weep as the jaws of sadness consume,
And I’m trapped in the enemy’s lair.
Just when all hope is fast fading away,
And the shadow of death surrounds me,
I looked through the bars of my prison of life,
And glimpse Jesus there, holding the key.
“Please, help me,” I cry to my Lord and my King,
As I fall in despair to my knee.
(I behold dreadful scars on his hands and his feet
That he suffered to set my soul free.)
He places the key in the lock of the door,
And opens my prison for ‘ay.
And though I am weak and weary, I rise
And walk as he points out the way.
Now, my count’nance has changed from yesteryear.
All my sadness my Lord did destroy.
He took all my sins upon him that day,
And my sorrow he turned into joy.
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