I pray very hard
but don’t seem to get through
troubles come along
yet blessings seem so few

Friends turn away
no-one seems to care
I cry out and I wonder -
Is God really there?

I tremble and stutter
and folk call me dumb
I can’t face all these problems
yet I’ve nowhere to run

I feel very sad
my sorrows all persist
why do I go on with life?
why do I exist?

Then out of the darkness
comes to me
a vision of who
I can one day be

The Heavens open
everything is shown so clear
revelations come to me
of truths I hold so dear

The storm clouds lift
and I can surely see
one small swift glimpse
into Eternity