I Listen

God, without You
I am like a blind man,
Groping to find my way
In the darkness.

Voices are calling from this place,
And voices are calling from that place,
But I am confused-
I don't know where to turn.

Always I listen for Your voice,
For You alone to bring light,
To my desolate being.

Still I brood and grope,
In the darkness,
As voices calling from this place,
And voices calling from that place,
Make the absence of Your voice,
Ever more painful.

"And I will give thee the treasures of darkness�"
( Isaiah 45:3 )

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