In the midst of the midsummer day
Or the echos of a dark windy night
You stand beside me; guarding me; protecting me, radiating light
A spring of life; a beacon of hope,
The one who is always there; ever above reproach
I wish this was me, the one I describe,
I wish this was me, thus I may provide
Provide for myself, requiring nothing else
Until the day that I die, I pray that I may never need from the Name upon High
To conquer this goal, I throw you away
To feed my desire, you get casted aside
The passions rule over me, as Paul has warned against
I cannot repent for something that makes so much sense
“Why would I rely on you Oh Lord?”
As I sit there and mock: mock the name of the one who was guarding me in the night
“I can do with only myself” I say every day, until the day comes where I cry in shame
I realize what I’ve done and the sin that I’ve made
“I’m sorry Oh Lord” as I weep with pain
I go and run and hide my face with fear
Dreading the act that has brought me here
In the midst of the guilt and disgrace and sin,
the Holy descends down to heal His kin
The water of life, the beacon of hope
Now holds me tight and brings me close
My head buried into his chest as He wraps me in His arms
His strong humble presence eases my pain
Because of the cup of blood He has slain
As my crying slows down and I’m able to breathe
I look into His eyes but fearing to speak
He notices my fear and comforts my heart
With only a look and grin of please
“Oh my child, how I love you so,
For I am with you wherever you go!”
“Why do you follow when I throw you away?”
“Because grace abounds for those led astray”