The cool, gray clouds wrap themselves
Around me like a warm blanket
Insulating me, numbing me…
Luring me into a cocoon of introspection
Till the desolation of isolation
Penetrates my soul and
I am wailing silently in hopeless anguish…
Then the warm Sonshine of Your Spirit
Comes shining through the dull grayness,
Sharply piercing the false protection
Of my depression.
I read Your Words of Life,
Praying they will shake me,
Wake me to a fresh awareness of You.
I look for hope again
Against all odds.
O Lord, make the impossible possible.