When you are walking through grief, there are days that feel so oppressively dark. Grief is like an immense weighted blanket that you cannot shrug off even if you tried, for indeed, you cannot try. You have no strength, and God feels as far away as the nearest star. Yet, He remains El Roi, the God who really sees.
When the last rays of amber
Flame out and fade
When ebony greases the firmament
And day does degrade
When gaseous balls across the distance
Offer no more than a prick of light
When all my strength is gone from the fight.
Through trials and tribulations
Still I howl out Your name
I can't feel You
I can't see You
Do you perceive my piteous frame?
When the enemy tries to crush the truth--
Leaving me begging for mercy
You remain El Roi--the God who really sees.
Each moment I am wasting away
Fear seeks to bring me down
Renew me in this moment
May Your glory surround
This earthly tent is but a frail abode
Groaning and burdened I be
Fill up the temporary with eternity.
Through the pain and the sorrow
Still I howl out Your name
I can't feel You
I can't see You
Are You forever the same?
Though the enemy longs to destroy
And I am bruised and bleeding
You remain El Roi--the God who really sees.