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El Roi--the God Who Really Sees


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.


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