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« on: January 29, 2004, 07:53:08 PM » |
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In the depths of my despair, are You there?
When I am hurting, are You with me?
When I am at my lowest, do You my troubles bear?
And when melancholy overtakes me, are You there?
It is when we're at our lowest we most want You,
When we are hurting we most need You
When we cry, we seek Your arms to hold us,
And every tear is a prayer.
To our words, spoken and unspoken You reply
With words to dear to utter
You are present in our tears, and present in our sigh,
You are there for us no matter how bad we feel.
For You have suffered as we have suffered,
Have cried and hurt much more than us,
You have felt a whole world's misery
Have felt the pains of sin and death and lust.
You know us better than we know outselves,
Love us more than mankind ever knows,
You are steadfast through all trials and troubles
Bringing us hope as often as the wind blows.
Jesus, You are my hope when things go wrong,
My comforter against life's cutting rocks,
You bear me out of troubles suffered long,
And are with me until the very end of time.
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