You won’t despise a broken heart
or spirits made contrite.
You lift the downcast, stay the proud,
and ancient wrongs make right.
The humble look to you for strength,
for comfort and for peace.
They know you’ll go to any length,
to give their souls release.
Through the days of strong temptation,
and in the time of trial,
you always go before us,
you’re present all the while.
When danger comes in any hour,
no matter what the test,
you come in presence and in power,
to those who seek you best.
On dark Golgotha’s lonely hill,
our hearts were filled with dread.
Bright Easter turns the dread to thrill,
Christ’s risen from the dead.
© Richard L. Floyd, 2004