Ever-present Help.
I open my eyes to harsh despair Soul rotting and mind laid bare. The pit is dark, cold and deep The climb upwards grows ever steep. The walls of the pit are jagged rock They smell of sin, mold and rot. Gasping for air or a sign; I perceive the stench is mine. Anxious, I stare at the pit's entrance I cry out for Your presence. By my screams the fog enhance; My vision barred by blame's trance. I try to climb up, heart filled with shame Down I slip my palms are maimed. I try harder, harder still Till I can no more tears spill. Down to my knees I sink and gaze up My mind numb and soul corrupt. Hope lost of attaining life I await death and fate's strife. I turn to sit, but am shocked to see - You standing right beside me. All along You were here with me! How patiently You waited for me to see. You the honey in my heart of rock - Sweetness that I have forgot. But, how can I taste the trough For I have but closed You off. You stretch out Your hands to me and...