When no prayer finds my lips, And Your blows crush me to the earth, And the light from above cannot illuminate The mire of my sorrow, Then in my torment, in my lament, in the despair of my soul, You begin to find me, Though blackness remains.
(I was inspired to poetry during the Michael Card concert, and jotted this down. It is reminiscent of the utter blackness of what happened 3 years ago, and, thus, autobiographical, but not recent.)