(I believe the phrase
“Light so bright that it’s dark”
is an idea from St. John of the Cross.
We must have faith that all will be well.)
Don’t know why I continue existing –
So much is so incomprehensible.
Can’t seem to see my purpose –
Nothing I see ever sensible.
Perhaps I’ll only learn
My reason for being on earth
If I should enter heaven –
Then light will shine on my birth.
My childhood seems so alien —
Can’t really believe that was me.
Why was I born in that time, that place?
Where was the shining sunbeam?
Why have I floundered through densest fog?
Why merely muddled along?
Why did I amble so aimlessly?
That solitary sojourn so long?
So much is so incomprehensible —
No clarity of sight.
God wants me to trust Him –
Through light so bright that it’s dark.
When all seems dark,
When evil seems to reign,
Take up your cross,
And look at Christ again.
When clouds oppress,
And gather in a storm,
Yield all to Christ,
And let His Spirit form.
Forget the strife,
And let Him calm the storm.
Let Him give life;
To Him your thoughts conform.
THAT FEARFUL THING
That fearful thing did quiet lurk.
It disappeared into the dirt.
I dreaded to that thing go near;
With apprehension I did fear.
I set a trap to catch that thing.
I’d catch it good, with trap to sting.
I knew it must a monster be.
I knew it lurked to get at me.
What wonder did my eyes behold —
‘Twas not a rat, but lizard bold.
It looked benign, it stared at me.
It did not jump — sat quietly.
And now I’ve given the thing a name.
My fear misplaced — it’s not to blame.
IN DARK SHADOWS
In dark shadows live our fears;
In half-seen pictures, fear comes near.
In hidden places lurk our doubts;
In darkest alleys, doubt comes out.
Our thoughts get twisted, tied in knots —
Contorted, garbled — truth it’s not.
Imagination — it runs wild.
We’re fearful like a little child.
Until the light of love turns on,
Until God’s truth shines like the sun.
Until we give Him all our fears —
And then He calms and dries our tears.
Can you hear Jesus?
His voice so gently calls.
I hear Him in the crashing waves,
In clear, bright mornings,
In darker days.
Can you hear Jesus calling?
He wants to own your heart.
Can you hear Him in the wind?
The fresh, cool breeze?
The Voice within?
Can I hear Jesus speaking?
Or is my heart too deaf?
Will I turn away from Him,
Let call grow dim, or
Let Him wash away my sin?
Can we hear Jesus speaking?
And let us meet one day,
On other side,
Without our pride —
He patiently abides.
I must go on,
For the road is long.
No matter how I think or feel,
I must go on.
I must be strong —
Still the river flows.
Where it leads; I do not know.
I must be strong.
I must keep on,
Though all seems dark.
No matter what some say or do,
I must keep on.
Though throat be parched,
Though eyes do sting,
Confusion reign or angels sing —
Remember Jesus’ suffering.
Keep on the road,
And do not fail,
Though drink be bitter, bread be stale.
To heaven’s gate I must prevail.