When I’m trapped in my own darkness and the walls are closing in;
When the fight that I have fought so hard seems hardly worth the win.
Then I need Your help to fight it, and I ask You what to do.
‘Come to Me.’ I hear You answer, and I bring it all to You.
For I am floored, Lord.
All the pains and woes and worries,
All the heartaches and the fears;
All the knowledge of my failings,
All the dried and unshed tears.
All these things I bring to You, Lord, when there’s nowhere else to go.
And I lay them down before You, and I feel the comfort grow.
I can feel the tension lessen and the peace come slowly through.
Like a small ‘Lost Chord,’ Lord.