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In my darkest hour
When I am gripped with fear,
When the eclipse of my misery
Fills my eyes with tears.
When my heart is in so much agony
That my fingers tear at my chest
And my burdens are laden so heavy
That my spirit is near death.
It is You, Oh Lord,
Who is always there.
It is You, Oh Lord,
When no one else cares.
For You care not
Of what people may judge.
In Your eyes I am still Your son
And, therefore, worthy of Your love.
Though riches may abound me
Or poverty become my lot,
I must always be mindful
That really, You are all I've got.
I truly do Love You, Sweet Jesus.
That's why it's so hard for me to understand
That with all of my honest intentions
Somehow, I still stray from Your plan.
It's a constant battle
Between my spirit and my flesh.
A consistent game of push and shove
While I strive to do my best.
I tell myself today -
No lies, no cursing, no bad thoughts,
Yet, like Peter, before the cock crows,
I have, once again, broken Your heart.
Our Father, God knows, I don't mean to Lord Jesus.
For my heart aches for Your love I have betrayed,
But tomorrow I'll make the same promises
And try once again to follow Your way.
Why must it be this way Lord Jesus?
Why do I hurt You every day?
Why do I keep on trying
And yet fail, always in the same way.
You have given me a body
To house a perfect soul.
Yet I have allowed the body to cheapen Your gift
With broken promises that grow old.
In my heart I love You.
In my soul I crave You.
In my mind I need You,
But in my body...I betray You.
I want to say, decease this flesh, Oh Lord
For it is offensive and the part of me out of control,
Yet I am weak and fearful Dear Lord
For I know not what death holds.
So, please, my Lord, strengthen me
So that death holds no fear or folly,
That I may go on with this life,
Loving You with soul, mind...and body.
I know that my soul will return to You
No matter what the outcome of life or death.
I just pray it finds as much favor in its return
As it had when it first left.
©Thegentlemanpoet
Used with Permission
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