Eileen Breedlove

HE LIVES

Sometimes I get so burdened down
I question if God even cares.
Or I raise my hands to the Heavens
And cry, “God are you even there?”

Sometimes I feel so distant
From the things that matter most.
I wonder then if the Devil is real
In control and playing host.

Host to his favorite allies
Depression, doubt and fear
Suppressing my faith and hope so far
It’s tough to see answers near.

Then I am warmed by a touch of love
That blesses me with the will to live.
And I feel God’s faithful grace inside
And know in my soul He lives.