Crying Out

I wrote this several years ago, but want to share it in connection with my last post.


Crying Out

Fear’s icy fingers clutch at my heart,

They brush over my shoulders and chill me.

I cannot find my voice to cry out,

“Help!”

Surely God is my salvation,

Surely He will rescue me!

I push out a quavering, whispered,

“God?”

Are you there in the darkness?

If I reach out, will I find you?

Softly, timidly I venture,

“I will trust.”

The hand of God stretches toward me,

I crawl into His palm and lie down,

I fall asleep murmuring,

“I will not be afraid.”

Rested and refreshed, I awaken.

His strength warms my soul,

I hear my own voice singing out,

“Praise the God of my salvation!”