When Faith Runs Dry
When faith runs dry in times of stress
by Denis Martindale
And sighs are all that's left,
I reach down deep and pray, 'God bless! '
Although I feel bereft.
Bereft of joy, bereft of hope,
Bereft of inner peace,
I ask the Lord to help me cope,
For troubles seldom cease.
I don't start singing happy songs
Or dancing round the room,
For they won't cure me of life's wrongs
As optimists assume.
It's faith and strength and courage, too,
Not wishful thinking, friend...