When a man strikes rock bottom
with a sense of nothingness
And fear and unbelief assail
With a sense of helplessness,
In that pit his eyes are blind.
And he’s gath’ring sin’s wages
In that dark place he may find
He has struck the Rock of Ages.
You cannot sink so low in despair
For though the Lord is high
God will surely see and care.
He regards our lowly sigh
There he prepares a secret space
Where the heart he strangely warms
God has become your dwelling place
And underneath, the everlasting arms
I will rest in the everlasting arms
Though you’re trembling and slipping
And your wounds begin to bleed
You may find he is equipping
You to meet another’s need
For Only wounded soldiers serve
In the service of Gods love
The Father wounds and then he heals
With a balm-gift from above
You cannot sink so low in despair
For though the Lord is high
God will surely see and care.
He regards our lowly sigh
There he prepares a secret space
Where the heart he strangely warms
God has become your dwelling place
And underneath, the everlasting arms
I will rest in the everlasting arms
Psalm 138:6; Deuteronomy 32:39; Deuteronomy 33:27
Anthony Foster
March 7, 2022
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