The narrow window lets in
a little light.
Just one small ray of hope.
As the day lengthens,
The light,
The hope,
Strengthens.
Until the night,
When all is dark.
"My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?"
But God is there, waiting.
When all my troubles converge into one huge morass,
God is there most.
At His strongest
Waiting, simply waiting for the word
The word that will let Him help me.
If the room were lighter, would I ever
find the courage
To emerge?
On the verge of tears,
I learn
The room is a tomb, a womb,
A chrysalis
A seed waiting to bloom.
And God said, "Let there be Light!"
The light shines in the darkness,
and the darkness has not overcome it.
And it is good.
O Lord, don’t hold back your tender mercies from me! My only hope is in your love and faithfulness. Otherwise I perish, for problems far too big for me to solve are piled higher than my head. Meanwhile my sins, too many to count, have all caught up with me, and I am ashamed to look up. My heart quails within me. Please, Lord, rescue me! Quick! Come and help me!
[Psalm 40:11-13, The Living Bible]