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!