The Observer
By: Naa Doodua Doodu
At times, when hope seems but a shadow, I lose reason,
Looking back on trials endured, I falter, ready to give in.
I plead with God, “Take this cup away,” yet whisper still,
“Not my will, Lord, but may Your will be fulfilled.”
Through suffering and pain, joy feels a distant shore,
The light at the tunnel’s end, dim, a needle lost in hay once more.
My pillow, my solace, cradles tears unseen,
Soaked in sorrow, yet never turning from me, serene.
A still, small voice urges me to hold on tight,
Yet reason’s storms often overshadow that light.
Hope falters, but faith, fragile as it may be, remains,
For I know the Lord’s plans transcend my pains.
“Blessed are those who mourn,” He declares,
“For they shall find comfort in My eternal care.”
Every tear, He promises, will one day be wiped away,
For His love greets me afresh with the dawn of each day.
I waited patiently; the Lord inclined His ear,
He lifted me from the pit of despair and fear.
From miry clay, He set my feet on solid ground,
Guiding my steps, where stability and hope are found.
Now, a new song rises within my soul,
Praise to my God, who restores and makes whole.
Many will see and stand in awe,
Trusting the Lord, who keeps His law.
Through the hope He gives, I rise again,
Moving forward, through His love that sustains.
The journey continues, guided by His hand,
With faith renewed, on His promises I stand.
Great