In My Darkest Hour
I was feeling so down and depressed
overwhelmed by my own stress,
I was feeling so sad and empty inside
all I could do was just cry, cry , cry.
I was feeling so lonely and all alone
handling my situation on my own,
I felt as though I would die in my own misery
until You came and rescued me.
You dried my tears when they fell
and You made sick and troubled mind well,
With encouraging words You urged me to push on
and to strive harder in being strong.
When I would feel my family and friends did not understand
You were always there lending me a gentle and helping hand,
I can always count on You being there
whenever I come to You in prayer.
It is when I am in my darkest hour
that I can feel Your magnificant power,
You lift me up and pull me through
and I owe it all to You.
Copyright © Wanda Mckinney | Year Posted 2006
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