Perceiving no hope for coming morrow
While shrouded in my deepest sorrow;
Holding darkness in the meaningless within,
Only with Your touch would the healing begin.

My heart is crying out with scorching heat
In utter anguish and in great defeat;
Extend Your hand Lord I’m blinded
And transcend my tearful face and the head.

I’m on my way without any destination
How far I should travel, no estimation;
Restore in me Lord the rays of Hope
To overcome the hurdles and to cope.

I feel I’ve a murky and wounded sight
In the inner most heart there’s a constant fight;
You’re the only One who can set it right
And I do believe Lord in Your Might.