Dreams

Hook
When I am found alone in darkest night/
I pray to God that things will be alright/
And I believe that it’s not as it seems/
And what’s to comes beyond our wildest/
I cannot see anything through this fog of depression, and I don’t have a clue/
What to do I am lost in morbid introspection, and I don’t know what’s true/
Oftentimes — my feelings keep Hellishly telling me (what?)/
There’s no escaping these feelings of lowliness so you had better give up/
I try to medicate it away with distractions/
I’m hating myself when I recall the passion/
I had in the past now the Devil is laughing/
He clapping, applauding my self-loathing sin-sickened apathy/
I feel so far from Home so I run farther like God must be mad at me/
Hush child, quit putting words in my mouth/
That I never said, remember what you read back then/
Ain’t nothing changed but your fickle heart/
Hush child, I know that you been feeling doubt/
But I never left, it’s all in your head/
Blackmail, I’m still here even in the dark/
How it could it be that you love me when I am so ugly inside?/
Floating in irreverent emotional oceans coping with potions instead of hoping
in Christ/
Hush child, do you really think your problems/
Are beyond me? I could raise the dead/
Back then, I still can; you’re never too far/
It is profound, how these circumstances are just crazy enough/
That when combined with my unbelief I really do perceive God cannot measure up/
I need some spiritual psychoanalysis, why this despondency?/
I am afflicted with prideful paralysis, doubting His Sovereignty/
Running on the battlefield without picking up my battle shield is a bona fide
way to lose/
Gotta get up in the Word then go reckon on what I have heard, have faith the
Spirit will come through/
Father it’s raining I hope you’re sustaining as I try to behold you/
Your right hand upholds me my grip it is slipping please catch and console me/
Take heart, heart this light millisecond dark, dark/
Is achieving a future that outweighs our grieving/
Forever and ever we’ll revel in Jesus/
All sad things will come untrue, work for our good and His glory too/
They’re one and the same — our joy, and the fame of his name/
And I know the clouds I so much dread/
Are big with grace, they’ll rain/
Blessings on my head yeah/
I know the promised land is coming/
Promised, and it’s stunning/
Everything coming is better than what you could ever conceive/