The Observer
By Naa Doodua Doodu
At times when all hope is gone, I lose my reason.
Looking back on all I’ve endured, surrender feels near.
I wish God would take this cup from me—
Yet not my will, but may His will be done.
Suffering and pain are my daily companions,
While joy feels distant, like a fleeting dream.
The light at the tunnel’s end grows dim,
Finding the path seems impossible
As finding a needle in a haystack.
My pillow becomes my refuge,
The silent witness to my unspoken grief.
Day and night, I drench it with my tears,
Yet it never despises me.
When despair weighs heavy on my soul,
A still, small voice whispers: Hold on.
But reason rises, louder, and shadows my faith,
Wrestling with my fragile emotions.
Though I lose hope, deep within I know:
The Lord has not forsaken me.
Even as my faith wavers, I cling to the truth—
He has plans for me, and in that, I find solace.
Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.
He will wipe every tear from my eyes.
Each day, I see His love anew,
A reminder that He is with me still.
I waited patiently for the Lord—
And He inclined to me, He heard my cry.
He lifted me from the pit of despair,
Out of the miry clay,
And set my feet upon a rock,
Steadying my every step.
Now, He has placed a new song in my heart—
A song of praise to our God.
Many will see and be moved,
And they too will trust in the Lord.
With the hope He gives,
I rise again,
And move forward,
Carried by His grace.
He has indeed not forsaken us