What do you do on the nights when you’re alone?
When glacial emptiness suffocates?
Where do you turn when no one is left,
To temporarily assuage the chill?
Do you call out to a God high above?
Enthroned on a jeweled throne of gold?
Do you plead at the knees of a Ruler so distant,
That your pleas can barely be heard?
Where do you go when the familiar only reminds
Of a jaded past, of pleasurable crime?
The memories crowd in till the present is gone,
And you’re lost in a swirl of both shame and bliss.
Do you curse the One you knew long ago,
At Whom, with child-like wonder you stared?
For abandoning you in this time of need,
Or for never really being there?
Why do you search for the answer to all
In a bottle, a lover, pain or a pill?
When you know that it will never be found,
In something so shallow, so human?
Yet neither does that answer so deep
Lie with a King far away.
It lies with a man who died to save
And lives within us today.
Look deep inside and whisper His Name
Soon you will discover what’s there,
That He is with you, He walks beside you
Every step of the way.
He is the friend we all long to have
Yet rarely acknowledge is there
But His love is so deep, so strong, so true
That He will never abandon you.
Turn not to cheap decadences,
For they surely shall fade.
Turn to the God of love and of light
Who will save if you call on His Name.
