Quicksand

QUICKSAND

Sinking in quicksand in this valley of shadows
Struggling to reach the slimmest vine of hope that grows
Crying out for help and feeling bereft, abandoned
Wondering will anyone hear me in this valley, disheartened

To keep struggling on my own is what I’ve always done
When no one else around me cares, I still try to go on
But to do it on my own has lead to this sorry estate
And all I want to do now is give up and wait

As I wait to take my final breath, a glimmer of light appears
And a shadow of hope thought lost for so many years
It is my Saviour, from whom I had strayed
Though I lost sight of Him, His love has never swayed

In my despair He was always there
Patiently waiting for me to give Him my cares
My sadness deepens as I remember and sink in the quicksand
But in His infinite love, He holds out His hand

I reach for His nail scarred hand, freely given to me
I wonder why He would care, for I nailed Him to a tree
But in His infinite love, He gave His life
And bids me come walk with Him in new life

Jeannine Faith

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