On days when heaven seems too far to find,
On days when grief shrouds the sun
On days when not even the clouds will cry for you,
Where is God?
On days when the battle is too hard,
On days when lust overpowers love,
On days when doubt crowds out belief,
Where is Freedom?
On days when exhaustion rules over zeal,
On days when the soul aches,
On days when loneliness floods the heart,
Where is the Comforter?
On days when addiction sucks you dry,
On days when your drug of choice seems the only way to cope,
On days when temptation surrounds the way of escape,
Where is the Savior?
On days when loss of a loved one cuts to the core,
On days when the honest truth exposes the heart for all to see,
On days when past mistakes slice open the wounds once hidden,
Where is the Healer?
When heaven seems to far away to find,
When God seems to have hidden his face,
When Freedom seems to slip your grasp,
When the Comforter seems to disappear,
When the Savior seems to forget how to rescue,
When the Healer seems to have lost his healing touch,
Lift up your head; raise your eyes to see Love.
Open your clenched fists; reach for Hope.
Find your voice; cry out for Peace.
Get up off those knees and stand to your feet.
Stand to receive Grace and Mercy.
Step from the arena of hell into the chapel of heaven,
The Savior and the Comforter illuminating the path to the presence of God.