Life has offered me a dish of sufferings.
I have bounced back numerous times by His grace.
But this time I am in the deepest of valleys.
He is light.
So why cant I see my way out?
Maybe the darkness of my soul has blinded me.
I look up and cry out with the faintest cry.
Is anyone there?
A still small voice.
I have been here the whole time.
It is in the quietness when you hear me.