Where to turn
In a stone cold world
I'm stumbling and falling
This feels as though
Hope is lost
My eyes open
Instead I'm running the other way
Blindly crying
This bitterness tastes
Sweet but acrid
Slowly I'm drowning
I crash into a large wooden frame
Cling to it
As though tis, my only
Lifeline as the storm
Rages over me
I'm looking up
Someone approaches
He smiles and holds
Out his hand
His palms are scarred
Tentatively take His hand
More tears
Coursing down my face
No more are they
Full of hate
Joy fills my heart
A healing balm
Soothing my soul
If I was to
Look back
I'd only see traces
What was before
All is forgiven
The glass once cloudy
Crystal clear
Reedeemed only through
His saving grace
Standing at the foot of the cross