Dark Times, Be Gone
DARK TIMES BE GONE!
Trying harder getting harder
The Sun rises again, nothing better
Many books are being read
The writers have all rightly said.
Day after day, strength dwindle
Hope cries out, who will rekindle?
Antagonists waiting for your fall
And you'll be done when they call
You work so hard and pray
Yet it seems like beating the air
Morning comes, hoping today is your day
Soon the sun sets, and you've gotten nowhere
Like a mumbo jumbo, your beautiful song seems
The high-flying and sparkling dream dims
Today you fly so high
The next, you can't but just cry
Why? you ask. Why is it so tough?
The road to success so rough
Can we have it all bed of roses
Maybe we can sing our song of Moses
Yet those who have come before us
Fought hard and became conquerors
Wondered if they were super-humans
Or some kind of magicians
But they are definitely not, are they?
So what's the problem here?
When will God make a way?
When shall we also have our day?
Or even have a say
Why the unending delay?
While searching through the pages of the Holy book
As the hart pants after the water brook
My heart seeks earnestly, an answer
Looking high and low, Jesus is the answer
Though my strength fails by the day
And I feel too weak to pray
Yet I will lift my heart and praise
The Only One who, out of the ashes, can raise
Though the night be so dark
I won't bat an eyelid
And the sun refuses to shine her light
Or the moon goes on holiday
And the Stars goes AWOL
I will yet hope, for morning comes when hopes rise
When the memories of the dark become a story
What a road to glory!
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