I was so down, depressed and low, searching for answers and not knowing which way to go.

I was troubled, even felt despair as I struggled to believe, not willing to give up hope, trying desperately to understand.

Days passed to weeks, and weeks passed to months and then next thing I know my faith is shaken and weak.

What keeps me going, what moves me against all odds? I should’ve given up by now. Should’ve thrown in the towel, should’ve curse Him for bringing me here.

Yet, out of the darkness, out of the disappointment, out of bitterness, and fear, pain and hurt, I rise.

Heavy is this burden, lonely do I feel; yet I rise.
Troubled all around me, with no solution in sight, yet I rise.
Almost broken, tears are my best friends, yet still I rise.

No relief I feel will ever come. I got myself here, me and my fear. I got myself here, me and my doubt. Yes, I got myself here.

Then like always, the thing that has sustained me over the days and weeks. That thing that keeps me looking up, even if my tears make it hard to see. That thing that never lets me give up, that thing that pushes me when I want to stop, when I’m confused, it doesn’t point me in the right direction, yet it calms me and allows me to grow. That thing is God’s Will.

And it is through His Will, I rise.