A homesick ache will sometimes strike my soul,
A tired longing from all earthly bonds;
Then there are moments when I doubt the goal,
A skepticism of the great beyond.
When faith grows weak, I turn to God in mind
In hopes that He will hear my weakened prayer,
And groan in spirit, feeling unrefined,
To save me from my anguish and despair.
Then quietly my pleas turn into praise,
A subtle shift from fear to gratitude;
With just a touch from Him my spirits raise,
My heart grows lighter, larger and renewed.
When melancholy brings me to my knees
I put my faith in Christ; He won’t displease
Why art thou cast down, O my soul?
and why art thou disquieted within me?
hope thou in God:
for I shall yet praise him,
who is the health of my countenance,
and my God.
Psalm 42:11 KJV