The days seem dark and often bleak,
My Lord, though, holds on tight.
I find I'm lost and very weak.
His Word becomes my light!
When storms come through and shake my life,
He calls me then to trust.
Yet rain pours down, and bring more strife,
No gift of His will rust.
For I don't see what lies ahead,
So then He spreads His peace.
It's hard to live and doubts to shed,
He'll cause such doubts to cease.
He's strong and fierce on my behave.
I've never been let down.
He lifts me up, carries my staff,
And soon I'll wear a crown!
His promises come back to mind,
The Lord, He loves me so!
For they become my treasured find.
My love for Him must grow.
He's coming back, with Him, I'll walk.
I hope in Him, I must.
He'll take me home, with Him, I'll talk.
But now I need to trust.
Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding.
This poem was a finalist in the October 2023 poetry contest