The night is darker
than the darkest night
not a star in the
sky.
Cruel storm howls in
distance
creating piercing
silence.
Nonstop downpour.
It seems this night
is forever.
My lamp is empty
only left the
smoking wick
hurting my eyes
forcing me to shut
them in the dark.
Is there anyone who
cares
to understand
to say a kind word
to lend a helping
hand?
Yes, I know Jesus
cares
Jesus understands.
But I don’t see Him
can’t touch Him
Where is He?
Till I find Him
Please stay with me
Please take my hand.
It is so dark.
YOU BE MY JESUS
I am all alone.
Alone.
The Lord wants us to take on this ministry to others during such dark
times—to be His ears, to be His hands, to be His mouth, to represent Him. Maybe
you will meet someone today who, without words, is saying to you, “You be my
Jesus.”
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