Dazed like one hit by a moving train,
Shivering like one drenched in rain,
Trembling like one about to be slain,
Confusion is taking over my brain,
My dreams are drifting away,
My hopes are fading day after day,
My course is leading astray,
My aspirations turning into child’s play,
No good testimony in my mouth to say,
Despite the fact that I always pray.
My heart is crying,
The tears aren’t drying.
My soul is dying,
Degenerating, despite me trying.
My bones are weak,
My blood pressure is at its peak,
My body feels terribly sick,
Not enough energy to speak,
And my vision is going bleak.
Restoration I desperately seek!
Despite how discouraging it feels,
I will lift up my eyes to the hills,
For my help comes from the Lord,
The creator of the whole world.
He will restore my defective soul,
Heal my heart & make me whole.
He shall relive the dream that was once lost.
Therefore, in no one else will I put my trust,
Than the only one who is more than able,
To turn my sadness into gladness,
And turn my dark night into a bright light.
© DK Feb 2010
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