Praying in the Dark...
Sometimes I like to pray in the dark
when my eyes adjust my soul seems to follow
there is a spiritual quality that causes the stark
hopelessness of being unworthy to seem shallow
The Lord fills the room and my heart.
It is a miracle you know... that touch
of the Holy Spirit that lifts from the start
and causes the warmth of forgiveness such
a glow from within... peace and purity
The tears come sometimes... yes from the joy
and the unexplained press of Gods sanctity
He indwells through the man to the boy
In those exceptional times I have tears that
are unexplainable and a smile that wont surrender
a moment of unison... God sat where I sat
He rested my heart and healed where I was tender
My father died before we could really love each other
I always had this feeling of incompleteness haunting
me... lurking like a bad shadow trying to smother
any sense of self worth... always there taunting
Until the Lord stepped in and became the Father
I needed. A Father that takes my hand and guides
a Father that always listens to me without bother
His love is absolute and regardless of me He resides
In the tabernacle of my heart willingly, openly
I would not have imagined it to be this way
in my youth, but miracles happen certainly
to common people like me each day
I hope you take the time to pray in the dark,
when your eyes adjust your soul will follow
there will be a spiritual quality that causes the stark
hopelessness of being unworthy to seem shallow
In those exceptional times I pray you have tears that
are unexplainable and a smile that wont surrender
a moment of unison... God sat where you sat
rested your heart and healed where you were tender
JCM cr 2006
