Lifter of Sorrows

Beloved architect Lifter of sorrows I cling to you as darkness falls over me Visionless unrest arises as fear echoes vehemently But you are not shaken My heart beats fiercely and my body fails me But you are my comforter When my mind shouts “you are nothing” you call me chosen The world tells me I will never be enough You render me complete, Secure, significant, accepted, safe, held, adopted, sealed, a masterpiece my body may fail, my mind may grow weary but you remain steadfast in my present trouble there is nothing I need more desperately than Christ and with grace in abundance, we are united.