Longing for His presence

Here in the dark without a spark
cursing the day as if to say,
hatred at heart, it tore us apart,
just to find out it was an evil dart.
If it wern't for You, Your faithfulness
Your understanding and caress,
bounties of mercy and mountains of love I'd be hellbound with none above. Without trial,lost as can be, troubled unimaginably.
You stand by your promise never to leave
wasn't in vein that He had to bleed.
You pick up the weak, dry their tears
teach to confront and face their fears.
To grow in love where it is owed
For it is in me that You bestowed,
A man made of flesh and bone
growing in spirit, longing for home.