I watched the sun go down today
and felt myself go down with its light.
Trapped in so many shades of gray,
begging for anything black or white.
I know You came to resurrect me,
but I feel like I’m being buried alive,
Black and blue from the battle waging-
a war inside of me I might not survive.
Fear takes a few cheap shots at Faith,
but he cannot keep him down.
Faith soars for a moment lighting the sky
like a shooting star falling to the ground.
The battle rages on as I begin to realize
it’s only in breaking that I can be remade best,
And recall the tender promise that you made,
“When you’re weary, come, I’ll give you rest.”
As the ashes of my life rain down around me,
I don’t know where to go or where to find You.
As I cry out for clear vision it all fades away
and the ashes settle like the morning dew.
And there You stand with arms open wide,
gazing at me in love, beckoning me to You.
I try to run to you, but like in my nightmares,
I run and run but barely make a move.
Fear slips in between us, hiding Your face,
and in panic I cry out, grasping for Your hand,
Knowing that without Faith and You,
this battle I’ll never be able to withstand.
I hear you tenderly call out my name
and in that instant Faith caused Fear to slip.
In Your loving compassion You reached out
whispering “You are safe within my grip.”
As I fall into Your welcoming arms,
finding rest for my battle-weary soul,
I finally submit to the molding process
that is the only way to make me whole.
“For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms.” Ephesians 6:12
“Yet you, LORD, are our Father. We are the clay, you are the potter; we are all the work of your hand.” Isaiah 64:8