When You Need Him Most

When your days are up, like drifting sand That flows slowly down the hourglass, For all the reasons you cannot understand Your strength declines like withered grass. When final verdicts rescind all hope And Death's appointment there is set- Will you praise Him or in pain just grope In anger, denials, perhaps regrets? Yes there are times of drowning sorrows When pain persists and so hard to bear And everyday gets worst, this you know For you've ran out of tears you can cry there. Those are times you feel alone and lost Numbed by the burdens, their weight torments- Those are the times when you need Him most When His Presence supplies your nourishment. All rights reserved ~~~Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~08.15.13