Pocket of Hope

The music is calling, is drawing you home,
but your feet cannot dance when you're lost and alone,
the spirit you had is smothered and crushed,
your heart's beaten, broken and down in the dust.
The place where you are, I've been there before,
the darkness inside you is hard to ignore,
like cruel cold water it drags out your breath,
instead of drawing in life your breathing to death.
Time passes you by, but your purpose is gone,
lost in the tide, but life rushes on.
You lift up your prayers to the gates of the Lord,
but your begging and pleading all feel ignored,
your darkness is dragging you back down to earth,
but you're fighting to stay for all that you're worth.
Do you think you're abandoned, forgotten and lost,
when Christ went through fire and death at your cost?
In all your broken pride, behind your facade,
God never forgot you, but you forgot God.
The darkness around you is making you blind,
so give it all up and leave it behind,
it's pressing you back but you can withstand,
the door is wide open, so reach out your hand.
Because you can't see it, you don't think it's there,
but you've passed by it so many times, unaware.
He's showing you light, and it shines through the veil,
with him at your side I know you won't fail,
and though the darkness within is painting you black,
you have hope in your pocket, you'll find your way back.