In the depths of our despair,
When life’s tempests rage and tear,
We cry out to the One who hears,
Our refuge in the darkest years.
Broken hearts find solace there,
God’s compassion, tender, rare,
He listens to our desperate pleas,
Lifting us from stormy seas.
When overwhelmed, we turn to Him,
Our anchor firm when hope grows dim,
In gratitude, we lift our praise,
Shifting focus from pain’s maze.
For God’s compassion knows no bounds,
In brokenness, His love surrounds,
He hears our cries, our fears, our plea,
And whispers, “Child, I’m here with thee.”
