When you’re alone, to whom can you turn?
When you’re lost, where can you go?
When you’re suffering, what can ease your pain?
Places in life where no hope can be seen.
Times that seem to have no end.
The world – a place of darkness and shadow.
Light, so hard to find.
Darkness, here so easy . . .
To let yourself go.
To let go of all and fall,
Fall into oblivion.
Is this the only answer?
Is this the only way out?
Questions that haunt me always.
This struggle so long, so . . . endless.
Where is relief?
Where is victory?
Will it never end?
Surrounded by defeat.
Thick air weighing me down,
Dragging me downward to the ground.
Wounding me, crippling me, clawing at me with taloned fingers.
Grasping, seeking my soul, they come.
Looking on they anticipate my demise.
From shadows they revel in my agony.
How much longer to fight?
How much longer to hang on?
Will no one take the pain away?
Will no one bear my burden?
Are all so heartless?
Or are we all drowning in the same sea?
Bound by their chains, I am sinking,
Slowly slipping into dark clutches.
In the recesses of my mind I reach out for anything,
But I can find no answers.
Nothing offers hope in this misery.
There is only the cold shadow of a ghost.
I step away and look from the outside.
There is nothing.
No certainty, no surety, no truth – save one:
The emptiness within me.
The empty words.
The hollow laughter.
All these little people pretending to have meaning.
Fools . . . every one of them.
Myself the chief among them.
Fools for thinking we know.
We know nothing.
We can do nothing but be born, live, and die.
All this, until a truth is born within me.
Planted by someone I can’t remember.
Perhaps the old man on the corner.
Or the young girl from the store.
One simple truth:
“There is One who loves you.”
The simple truth echoes,
Down and around,
The smallest of voices.
Was it just imagination?
Somewhere I sensed that hope.
But I did not soar above the darkness.
I had lost all will to fight.
I wanted to reject even the smallest hope,
For fear of being wounded again.
But that voice, quiet, but strong, persisted.
Truth was stronger than all that bound me.
Piercing smothering blackness.
They could not abide it.
Shrieking, they gnashed their teeth
With my last conscious thoughts,
I gave myself to the light.
With all my strength gone,
He reached down and pulled me to Himself,
Pulled into the light.
Glorious and brilliant.
Beauty and love.
Holiness and truth.
I was bathed in majesty.
One limb at a time,
I left heaviness behind.
Slowly shadows slipped away,
The fears and darkness gone.
Finally I could see,
No longer blinded by the night.
Hope I had never known,
Now here before me.
Always He was there, waiting for me.
In every moment, waiting to rescue me.
Oh sweet Lord Jesus,
How have I lived without you?
No more would I be bound.
No more would I be blind.
No more would I be defeated.
For now, an unquenchable fire burns within me.
He burns within me,
And the Abyss . . .
The Abyss is no more.