Oh, life was full of light and then

The Clouds became my smokey lens

Images became silhouettes

And hope, a lost memory

When all that is, is but despair

I doubt the very truth of prayer

Images become silhouettes

And hope, a lost memory

Oh, My soul… Awake!

Why are you in turmoil…Awake!

You once were soaring high enough

But now I’m calling on your bluff

Oh, My Soul… Awake!

I try to think on blessed times

On grace shown then, despite my crimes

On love displayed for all to see

Of hearts filled with great empathy

But now my heart has turned to cold

My apathy becomes more bold

And I am left down on my knees

With folded hands and desperate plees

Oh, My soul… Awake!

Why are you in turmoil…Awake!

You once were soaring high enough

But now I’m calling on your bluff

Oh, My Soul… Awake!

I will recall those blessed times

And thirst for Truth, wade past the lies

For I will again find the light

For this I am willing to fight

Awake!

Oh, My soul… Awake!

Why are you in turmoil…Awake!

Hope in God for I shall sing

Praises to the blessed King

Oh, My Soul… Awake!

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The Psalms are full of the ups and downs of life and faith, and sometimes life is so full of apathy, and anguish.  The Scriptures tell us that expressing ourselves with these feelings is okay, and in fact, it is in scripture where we find comfort in knowing that we are not alone in our turmoil.

Christ calls us to follow him, but sometimes we lack the strength to stand. It is then that we are perplexed by our own slumbering Soul that seems to lack the passion it once contained.  We need help that extends past what we can accomplish ourselves because the fight of faith and life is worth fighting.