when every day is grey and white
the lines are drawn but I can’t find them.
when the weeds poke through the fence
I know they’re there but I can’t see them.
with one misstep I crumble
I watch but I can’t stop.
without words, my mind fumbles
the night stretches long and dark and black
the days are grey the weeds poke through
a nightmare comes to haunt you
the fears the doubts the worries come back
with one word of prayer breathed
I know it’s nothing but I know too
that my burdens will be eased.
when the nights are long and dark
I can’t see Him but I know he’s there.
When my night is sorrow-filled
He brings joy on every morning.