When I have reached the end of the day
And my patience has run thin,
My smiles become forced,
And I am overcome with fatigue,
I ask my Lord the question, "Why?
Oh heavenly Father, why?
Why did You let the Enemy succeed?
I fear he won the battle today.
Why did You let him win?"
And in the silence of my long-awaited solitude
I hear Him answer in the thoughts of my head,
"Why did you choose the Enemy, dear one?
When trouble came you did not come to Me.
You did not pray for guidance from Me.
Why did you not choose Me?"
And now, the truth of my error
Presses upon my heart to suffocation.
Woeful of my sin I beat my chest,
"Oh Lord, I have sinned!
You only are true, holy, and righteous.
You have never led me astray.
Nay, I became stiff-necked and stubborn,
As Your people of old,
And refused to acknowledge You
As my Lord and Savior.
Oh my Lord, forgive me!
My sin is so great within me
I fear destruction and separation!
I beg for Your blessings and Your Spirit
To guide me in all things holy.
For You, and You alone can save me
From the clutches of the Enemy."
And I praised the Lord that night
For all His goodness and patience
With a wretchèd sinner such as I.
For He forgave me, yes even me.
And with the blessed assurance
Of His forgiveness, I rest
In the peace of His presence.
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Out from the Darkness
PoetryA collection of poems written with the goal to praise the God who created us all.
