Trust

Death's valley yawns before me 
I, fearful, face the night again 
Knowing the trials and the pains 
Against which I have no security 

It's bitter and black inside 
The vale. The wind is piercing cold 
In vain I seek a hand to hold 
Search for a place to hide 

And none I see. I cast 
Myself to the ground and weep 
And drift into a troubled sleep 
Wishing the shadows would past 

Then You came and woke me 
You told me again of Your love 
Around I'd looked but above 
You were watching faithfully 

Forgive my pride and selfishness 
For fearing, cowering, doubting 
Now Your hand I'm trusting 
To carry me through the abyss 

Today I'll trust and tomorrow 
I will lift Your name high 
For You are there to hear my cry 
To carry me through pain and sorrow 

Father, like a child, 
I lift my hand to You. 
The storm is strong, the waves are wild, 
But I know You'll see me through.


Originally published January 1, 2009