Depression has blood red tallons
Dark, bottomless, endless pit.
I fall and fall and fall…
Night closes in all around
It reaches me
With its blood red talons
Eyes full of insanity lust and dread.
It seems so simple, the foul beast
Dresses itself as sweet release…
But I smell its sulphur.
Help me Lord, I’m sinking fast!
Fear was never a match for faithfulness
And love speak life into
My war torn mind.
It’s still night,
I’m still here, lying broken, crumpled in a heap.
But love never gives up
And His faithfulness
At the end when I have nothing left
I find him offering to take my burden
If only I will give it him
So now I’m counted amongst
The walking wounded
And God stands ever close to me
Shielding me from the worst
As he teaches me how
To live again.