Here I am in the middle of my storm
Sitting here worrying though staying warm
The mountains are increasing
And the mud is deepening.

Worried I am
Hopeless I'm not
Standing here as I am
Not as who I am not.

Waiting for His light to shine
Awaiting miracles from the Divine
Lord, affix your winch to my waist
So I may trudge and not go to waste.
© All Rights Reserved