There Are Days

There are days of darkness
When I no longer understand
There are days of pain
When I cannot understand
There are days of weeping
When I don’t see your hand
But there is never a day
That you are not working your plan

I have seen your glory
As you’ve worked in me
I’ve seen you turn pain to joy
And you’ve done it in me
But once again I stumble
And once again I am weak
I do not doubt your heart
But I cannot feel its beat

So Lord, when I can’t turn to you
Won’t you draw me close
When I can’t take your hand
May your power still boast
In my weakness
For otherwise it will defeat me
Oh such sweet relief!
I don’t have to win the victory

Please, sweet Father,
In my grief, grant grace.
Please, sweet Father,
As I weep, lean close your face.
And if I look,
I will see tears in your own eyes
And if I wait,
You will give truth for lies

For though my heart whispers
That you are far away,
I know that you are closer now
Than you were yesterday
And though I despair of understanding
You promise your plan prevails
If I can cling to anything at all,
It is to the Love that never fails


Oh in the days of darkness
I may not understand
And in the days of pain
I might never understand
Though my heart and eyes weep,
Through tears, I feel your hand
And there is never a day
I do not have the promise of your plan

And it is good.