Dark, raining, thunder clapping everywhere. Lightning strikes where I step, but I keep going without a care.
I look high into the sky as I keep walking forward. Looking through the clouds to Heaven to speak to my Lord.
As I keep walking, I pray my request. Not looking down nor forward, but up looking in his face.
I pray for peace, a sorrow free heart. I pray for a new beginning, I pray for a fresh start.
I pray for my life, so stressful and down trod. I pray to have strength, help me get through this Dear God.
The rain continues to fall as I pray my prayer. A dark stormy night praying to my Lord, continuously walking out there.
I pray for my mind. Dear Lord please keep me sane. Please help me get through these trials from which these stresses come.
I pray for my family, to not disappoint them. They look to me so much to be the best of all of them.
I pray for my friends, to be their leaning shoulder. They come to me for help when their world grows colder.
It begins to rain harder, thunder crashing louder, lightning striking closer, eyes closed, still not looking where I'm going, head still lifted past the clouds, still praying my prayer.
I pray for my eyes, blinded by constant tears. Will I ever be able to see again? Lord please supress these fears.
I pray for my body, so weak, so fragile. The slightest pain will break my soul like a helpless child.
I've walked to the edge, I know what's below. An endless darkness. No light, no hope. But I'm still looking up, head lifted past the clouds, as I continue to pray while slowly kneeling down. Raising my hands, the rain continues to pour. I pray and pray while kneeling on the floor.
Lord I pray for my heart. Please continue to let it beat. Don't let it tire out from all this pain and grief.
I pray for it to be strong because it's so weak, I pray for it to be hard because it's so meek. I pray for it to be lifted, because it feels so low. I pray for it to be protected so it will be able to grow. And Lord I pray for it to be loved, embraced and greatly appreciated. Because it has so much love to give, but it always seems to be hated.
I pray this prayer, raising from the ground. My arms still lifted to the sky, my head still not looking down. Thunder silences, lightning ceases, but the rain still falls. Pouring down from the clouds. I take one step, one step off the edge. But I do not fall down below. I'm still standing. I take another step, still not falling. I'm walking in the air. The Lord has heard my calling. The rain still falls, but I continue walking to the glowing horizon. There the sun will shine, never setting, always rising. The Lord guides me across, keeping me lifted as I walk through the rain. Keeping me from falling below to the endless darkness of pain. As long as I don't look down, and keep my eyes fixed on Him, He will keep me from falling and keep me rising. So I can make it to the other side. Until I reach that glowing horizon.