Winter Wanderland

I feel so cold out here in the wilderness of my soul, alone--
It seems like no one cares and there's no one on the phone--
Father, I feel abandoned and I wonder, "What did I do?"
My heart aches for family and friends who love me, and You...

Looking out on the winter wanderland of the thoughts in my heart,
I almost want to be born again--again--with a brand new start--
Days and days pass by and I get things done but "What's the point?"
I feel like I've let You down somehow, Lord, "Are you disappointed?"

Is it all in vain today? I guess that's the inference--
But every day I want to--I need to--be making a difference!
When I finally just stop everything and take the time,
I hear Your gentle voice whisper peacefully, divine:

Remember my child no matter what you are going through:
Don't be afraid of the darkness, I am right here with you...
 

--bro. tim pickl
Thursday January 24, 2008 A.D.

Matthew 28:18-20 (NLT)
Jesus came and told his disciples, “I have been given all authority in heaven and on earth. Therefore, go and make disciples of all the nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit. Teach these new disciples to obey all the commands I have given you. And be sure of this: I am with you always, even to the end of the age."

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