I Cry Out

Do they sense the pain I feel
as they hurry down the street
past my broken heart?

Do they know the suffering
of isolation and shame
which chokes my hope away?

I cry out loud for help among the people
but no one seems to care.

I seek for something to take away the pain
but nothing seems to help.

As my hope begins to fade
thoughts of death and escape
burrow in my heart.

In the midst of mocking voices
on a darkened mountain road
one voice penetrates.

I cry out loud to the Lord God of Hosts
and He answers me.

I cry out loud to the Lord Jesus Christ
and He rescues me.

And in the seasons yet to come,
in the years set before me,
I look to Jesus Christ.

The pain of shame and loneliness,
I set before the Cross;
I turn to Jesus Christ.

I cry out loud to the Lord God of Hosts
and He answers me.

I cry out loud to the Lord Jesus Christ
and He rescues me.

14 July 2007 by Glen Alan Woods

A reflection on my journey through depression, from the despair of suicide to the hope of heaven in Jesus Christ.