In the Land of Grief: I Look Up

Like a man stranded on an island

Hobbling through the coarse sand.

My thoughts dense as the thundering rain clouds rolling in.

Falling back, I look to the sky

Because nothing down here can help me.

Waving my arms wide and weak

Trying to hail a plane

Trying to hail God.

It’s a cry for help

And an act of worship.

It’s all I can do today.

Jesus come quickly.

I need to know by experience

“The Lord is a very present help in times of trouble.”

So I look up

So as not to miss the moment

He illuminates my night.

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