How Dark
When is it time to quit, who knows when to fight,
How dark does it have to be, before morning comes?
How far can I seek, how long should I wait,
For the Lord to show up?
Why is my spirit so weak? if I forsake Him,
Where will my strength come from?
I am disheartened and dismayed, that my life is
Such a mess.
The Voice keeps saying to hold on and not let go,
To wait for my blessing,
I am afraid to hope, and scared to disbelieve,
He flooded the earth, brought back the dead,
Throughout history, and as recent as yesterday,
God has delivered and punished again and again.
Which lot is mine dare I hope deliverance?
How dark does it have to be, before morning comes?
How dark does it have to be, before morning comes?
How far can I seek, how long should I wait,
For the Lord to show up?
Why is my spirit so weak? if I forsake Him,
Where will my strength come from?
I am disheartened and dismayed, that my life is
Such a mess.
The Voice keeps saying to hold on and not let go,
To wait for my blessing,
I am afraid to hope, and scared to disbelieve,
He flooded the earth, brought back the dead,
Throughout history, and as recent as yesterday,
God has delivered and punished again and again.
Which lot is mine dare I hope deliverance?
How dark does it have to be, before morning comes?
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