Deep is the Darkness

Deep is the darkness that grinds men’s souls
And turns them into dust;
Angry is the man who can’t control
The things he knows he must

He is aware that The One is there
And is held in His gracious hands;
But it sometimes seems too much to bear,
When he does not know the plans

The weight of life is a heavy thing
When neurons don’t fire right;
And he can often feel the sting
Of things lost to his sight

Sometimes he can see the darts
That puncture his heart and soul;
The steel that makes the dying start;
The dagger takes its toll

True it is, the darts others see
That somehow he cannot
Are those that cause his strength to flee
And perhaps give up all he’s got

He mostly he goes through his days
Unaware of his clown façade;
His heart his mind will often betray
And others think him odd

His days would be fine were he a fool
And he knew none the better
Then ignorance would have its rule
And understanding it would fetter

But when you know, then life is hard
When it’s you that is the reason,
Then you know the cards you hold
May not last you through the season

In dreams peace is not far away
In life not soon enough;
On his soul the burdens stay
He fears they will not slough

He does not know if he can last;
It’s hard, this fitful living
He knows his lot has been cast
It’s the hand he has been given

But he can dream of a peaceful place
Where time will be put to rest
Then he will see Him face to face
And know he’s passed the test