My Darkest Hour

In my darkest hour
When I'd lost all hope,
I turned to prayer
For a way to cope.

I spent all my days
On bended knees,
I searched for answers
But none would appease.

I turned to God
For a glimpse of faith,
A release from my pain
A way to escape.

Yet how do you heal
A broken heart,
For when you have lost
Where do you start.

You turn to God
To be your tower,
He'll save you in
Your darkest hour.

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