When At Wits End
Troubled waters rise today
Sink or swim be washed away
By hands that calm what life does tear
Upon your soul that bares what wears
Cry you will its what you do
Best to say the least the old now new
Becomes the clay that He will mold
If you just asked as has been told
Never far and always there
To take your hand by One that cares
To comfort all that pressures you
This too and more to guide you through
Invisible to eyes sin scorns
Present to soul that is reborn
By grace that bared much more than one
Can fathom if you are not His son
Daughter too who feels alone
This dreadful feeling you still condone
Hold fast for by His will
His work in you shall be fulfilled
It's not by hands that pen this write
But by His love, almighty light
Will chase darkness back to it's lair
These things that hate the One who cares
He is and was, He always will be
To break the chains that hold to thee
The ones that weigh your soul today
The ones His love will melt away
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