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 enhances;
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’re 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 smile,
You save me from my own exile.
In You I rest, You, I trust
Shame and sin You turn to dust.
You wrap me in Your forgiving grace,
My heart is warm with Your embrace.
You guide me up into the light,
Into Your love—calm and bright.
I open my eyes with thanks and prayer,
Soul calm and mind aware.
In You alone, I can truly be me.
Thank you, Lord, for setting me free!
