When the night presses in,
And all your worries fall like rain.
When the darkness feels like mud,
And you cry out in your pain.
When things have gone quite wrong,
And life deals you a bad hand.
All events conspire to suffocate,
How do you get back to dry land?
You could drown in the despair,
Or think all is just bad luck.
You could give up on being thankful,
In a downward spiral you are stuck.
To me it seems so simple,
To me it seems quite plain.
There’s only two ways to respond to life,
Make it work or go insane.
Being glum or sad or mad,
Is important for a while,
But it doesn’t move you forward,
And its really not my style.
I’m sorry it be plain,
And bold and blunt at best,
But to get out of the deep pit,
You need to pass a test.
Can you look at life from above,
Being thankful for all you have?
Some call it wearing “rose coloured glasses,”
But smelling roses aren’t that bad.
Every cloud does have a lining,
Even if the storm is grey.
Good can be found in most things,
It’s up to you to find the way.
So from my heart I still am thankful,
For good people far and wide,
Who help to ease the journey,
And help me swim against the tide.
Also for me having a greater source,
From where my hope is born,
In the dark night of the soul,
Helps me wait for the coming of the dawn.