When
hopelessness and fear are what you’re fed,
The
promises of God seem far away,
As
each single moment brings more dismay;
When
hope like a candle’s flickering low,
Dangerously
low as the fierce winds blow,
You
pray, but things seem to get no better,
They
are getting much worse for that matter;
What
do you do when faith is stretched to all?
And
you feel that you’ll just collapse and fall?
When
you are too weak to even hold on,
Doubts
come: Is God One to depend upon?
Does
He keep His promises, come what may?
Can
you take Him at His Word, all the way?
The
enemy is relentlessly fierce,
As doubts
and hopelessness your soul would pierce,
Turn
your head, look into Jesus’ face,
It is
the encompassing face of grace,
Grace
and mercy to the weak He doth give,
He
gave His Blood so that we all might live,
Sinners,
underserving of His pure Blood,
Sinners,
bathed and healed in the cleansing flood,
Since
Jesus, His Blood interposed for us,
We
look to the healing Blood of Jesus.
Amen!
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