Writer's block

I have been experimenting with more writing recently as a break from all the reading I typically engage in. While the thoughts seem coherent in my head, they never seem to make it very far on the page. Therefore, I choose to post the lyrics to one of my favorite songs in the history of music. I don't know if it's an old hymn or not, but the people of Indelible Grace (and my sister) who brought it to my attention have done well. I learned to play it on the piano during the immense amount of free time I had last year, and reintroduced myself to it last month. The song best captures a genuine struggle of the soul while reaffirming the promises of God. There is a beautiful blend of intense sorrow and glorious hope in each verse. My writing tends to lean one way or the other. I find it comforting to know while pain is real our God is ready and waiting.

Dear Refuge of my weary soul

On Thee when sorrows rise

On Thee when waves of trouble roll

My fainting hope relies

To Thee I tell each rising grief

For Thou alone canst heal

Thy Word can bring a sweet relief

For every pain I feel

But, Oh, when gloomy doubts prevail

I fear to call Thee mine

The springs of comfort seem to fail

And all my hopes decline

Yet gracious God where shall I flee

Thou art my only Trust

And still my soul would cleave to Thee

Though prostrate in the dust

Hast Thou not bid me seek Thy face

And shall seek i in vain

And can the ear of Sovereign Grace

Be deaf when i complain

No still the ear of Sovereign Grace

Attends the mourners prayer

Oh may i ever find access

To breathe my sorrows There

Thy Mercy Seat is open still

Here let my soul retreat

With humble hope attend Thy will

And wait beneath Thy feet

Thy Mercy Seat is open still

Here let my soul retreat

With humble hope attend Thy will

And wait beneath Thy feet