Times Change

Sometimes
I’ve called out to You
And You answered
Before that breath was through
Before I voiced my need,
Or the sun went out
Behind my dark anger
And vast doubt.

Sometimes
You sit silently with me
In the valley of the unresolved
You let me weep
The flow of tears bears me
From day to week to the endless wait
In the abiding dark
No new morning seems to break

In which Your new mercies will bring new joy.

Always
You stay.
You whisper, You hum, You hear
Every ache I pray.