In the Shadows
In the shadows softly waiting
when the sun is at its height,
to emerge when all the glory
of the day gives way to night,
always patient, Jesus watches,
when we need no light to guide,
when we think our strength sufficient
and we want no help besides.
Yet with love and understanding,
when our independence fades,
when our path is plunged in darkness
by the unexpected shade,
through the shadows He approaches,
sympathetic to our plight,
when our darkly-felt foreboding
would exclude each ray of light.
See him there within the shadows,
do you think He doesn’t care
for your troubles and your heartache
so impossible to bear?
Can you now perhaps remember
how He suffered on a Cross
how it looked as if for him at last
his life was wasted, lost?
Yet such darkness was essential
to God’s full salvation plan,
for by that the Lord extinguished
all the judgement due to man.
See him later, resurrected,
breaking through the darkest hour,
see him, hopelessness replacing
with his life-transforming power.
It is sometimes through the shadows
of a problematic night
that we come at last to Jesus
who alone can give us life.
Don’t delay to go and meet him;
He knows how your sorrows feel.
In the darkness of your heartache,
only He has power to heal.
“For we do not have a high priest who is unable to sympathise with our weaknesses, but we have one who has been tempted in every way, just as we are – yet was without sin.”
Hebrews 4:15
Copyright © John Puckett | Year Posted 2024
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