My Path To Comfort

Through oppressing darkness and the almost delusional crushing weight of a boulder,
My heaping grief breaks through my walls, they tumble down, and I feebly cry on your shoulder.
“You are weak, but in Me you are strong.”
The truth in Your words lights the dying fire thrashing inside of me, they suddenly halt the streams leaking from the corners of my eyes; words that bring comfort; words that I’ve known for so long.

In what was my every day struggles, in what is my day to day temptations, Your light is what shines reason above the choices I would and still do undoubtedly make.
I was in a race that was terribly too quick, darting in front of me in a whirlwind of confusion, and trying to catch up, trying to get what was left to take.
You placed a veil that would drop in front of my eyes, shielding me from the perversion of this world, cradling me in Your reassuring arms.
Then, like a mother bird would do to it’s young, it was my time to fly, to cascade into misery, but You were sure that no one would do me harm.

So I was molded into who I am today, looking into the Heavens, grinning at the sunlight that warms my throbbing heart.
Father in Heaven, friend I so dearly hold, I will carry out my part.
But to who will I ask to save me, to real me out of the death that can become the abyss of my reality, comfort me when I‘m blindly living?
Lord, it can only be You, with Your mercy, which you will never stop giving.