I drop my head
worth less of love
things I have done
my shoulders sag
of life’s travails
my spirit fails
nights I have prayed
for death to come
you held me fast
await the dawn
the world it hates
your gift of love
it matters not
the Son has won
The enemy wants to pull us to our lowest low. How sad when hope for tomorrow is death.
Have you been at the edge of hopeless?
Even mighty men like the prophet Elijah came to the end of hope. He asked for God to write “The End” as his world caved in.
David was another of God’s chosen who ran for his life from a friend bent on killing him. What determination this man David had, he was joyful even as his enemy was at his heels.
“Why, my soul, are you downcast? Why so disturbed within me?
Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God.”
“Create in me a pure heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me.”