by Seth Gatchell
When fog of doubt rolls in, thick greyness covers all,
Like London’s Baker Street, a gas lamp breaks the pall.
When my spiritual eyes fail to see You appear,
I need not walk by sight, nor need to feel you near.
With some unanswered prayers, my heart, like a black hole.
Promises and Presence, the anchors for my soul.
Conflict I just can’t change, rebellious hearts, rock hard,
I need your healing touch from that which I’ve been scarred.
God, when my heart is dull, and life sends me reeling,
Keep me grounded in You. I won’t trust my feelings.
When I just want to sulk, and pout and brood and mope,
Strengthen me in my heart, fill me again with hope.
The way of faith is hard, eyes won’t cooperate.
But when I find my faith, then peace will operate.
So much that I can’t see, Your hand always working,
But I see Your shadow! Your presence is lurking!