The hope has turned to pain, tears fill my eyes;
the past is awash in mistakes;
enough to drown a man in sorrow,
hope for a better tomorrow seems like a candle in the wind.
No hope of staying bright, no hope of finding the light;
yet, there is One who shines in these times …
One who walks, whispers, and guides me.
My weaknesses He knows,
my heart He has held;
pain is retreating,
when His arms are around me.
Healing comes like the dawn after a storm;
bright and clear, clean and warm.
My heart heals and blessings are known;
with His blood all wounds are sown.
iron wil
