Devotion and Doubt
At dawn I kneel beneath a sacred glow,
My heart clings fast to truths I deeply know,
Yet through each beam, dark currents softly flow,
O Lord, what purpose lies within our woe?
In crowded streets where fleeting dreams bestow
A promise brief—like blooms that cannot grow,
I search Your Word where endless hope may show,
O Lord, what purpose lies within our woe?
The cross stands firm—a beacon all aglow,
Redeeming scars with love that gently grows;
In every trial, Your mercy we bestow,
O Lord, what purpose lies within our woe?
When midnight’s veil descends upon us low,
I trust You, guide through ebb and ceaseless flow;
Your grace redeems each sorrow we undergo,
O Lord, what purpose lies within our woe?
Though storms arise and bitter tempests blow,
I stand in faith, where deeper virtues grow;
Within Your truth, a quiet peace will show,
O Lord, what purpose lies within our woe?
At journey’s end, when mortal steps move slow,
I yearn for heaven’s light that brightly glows;
And in that promise, every grief meets foe,
O Lord, what purpose lies within our woe?
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