When You Need Him Most Poem by Cynthia Buhain-baello

When your days are up, like drifting sand
That flows slowly down the hourglass,
For all the reasons you cannot understand
Your strength declines like withered grass.

When final verdicts rescind all hope
And Death's appointment there is set-
Will you praise Him or in pain just grope
In anger, denials, perhaps regrets?

Yes there are times of drowning sorrows
When pain persists and so hard to bear
And everyday gets worst, this you know
For you've ran out of tears you can cry there.

Those are times you feel alone and lost
Numbed by the burdens, their weight torments-
Those are the times when you need Him most
When His Presence supplies your nourishment.

All rights reserved ~~~Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~08.15.13