The Wanderer
Dark and angry is the day
The streets are empty
The sun shows not a ray
Sadness permeates the houses
Staring like empty tombs
Increasing the thickness of the gloom
I wander through the abyss
Hopeless
Where do I go?
On what do I gaze?
Do I keep walking
This endless maze?
On that faraway hill
The brightness remains
I know not the path
My soul screams in pain
If only, if only
At that hill I could arrive
I keep walking and walking
I'm losing my drive
The mud drags me down
The light disappears
To me, at least
I'm drug to the ground
Despair overwhelms me
"God, where are you,
Can't you see
I'm trying so hard for the light to reach."
Again, I plunge forward,
Doing good deeds
My shallow performance
Invisible to me
Again my soul pleads
Now to a different tune
"Oh Jesus,
I can't do it on my own.
How is this life to be lived?
How is that light to me be shown?
I don't know you
but what I do know
I cannot do
This life alone."
I fall to the ground
I can't arise
I wouldn't know
I don't try
Strong arms entwined me
I rest in peace
I trust my life
To the One who gives grace
I then hear
"Open your eyes
My child and see
The way you have been
Completely set free."
I gasp at the sight
For the first time
I am looking at light!
The hill is before me.
It is what's on that hill
That catches my eye
Black as all black
Juxtaposed to the light
A Roman cross
Carries my plight
But no, I see it now
There is the grave
My soul cries in anguish
I look again
What is that I see?
Can it be?
The grave is empty!
And the words
"He is not here, He is risen indeed!"
Oh how I loved Him
From that moment on
If He had not sought me
My soul would be lost
My life still is hard
But I no longer despair
My life now has purpose
Because I know He cares
No longer I walk
Surrounded by night
Instead, with great pleasure
I walk in the Light
In fields so green
With love so pure
And discipline so sweet
I couldn't imagine more
To be complete
Of this it is certain
I have hope. I have peace.