My soul cried out for mercy,
Dreaming of a restful night,
Surrounded by vindictive accusations,
Everyone mocking me and blaming God,
The good time friend quickly faded,
Lost in his fruitless search for satisfaction,
I was never enough to satisfy his painful wounds,
My heart broke the day I was made nothing,
Cast aside with a feeble justifying lie.
In the distant corner of a forgetful heart,
I glimpsed the memory of better days,
Love always brings new life,
Eternity is the language of hope,
All this returned to me,
I soak it up day after day,
I never tire of Love’s kind words of truth,
Nothing became His greatest treasure,
The lies was transformed by truth.
My sadness is now understood,
Disappointment’s harsh words softened by hope,
Remembering each day His mercies,
Grieving tears replaced by laughter’s praise,
My joy found in Eternity’s approving touch,
Praise is the day’s beginning and end.