Mercy in my Pit of Mysery

In the darkness I did sit,
Wretched and miserable
Alone in my pit.

Above me, the thunder roared;
The wrath of an angry Lord.

A shiver went down my spine,
To think, to know, to feel,
That it?s my turn this time.

“You’re gonna die!”
Cried the voices in my head.
“It’s time to go to hell,”
They said.

I waited, with breath abated,
For that final stroke of death.

There was a boom,
There was a flash
There was a vision of light.
Then settled once more,
My perpetual night.

But in the light, I did see,
There in my pit,
A personality.
Who could it be?

And how dare they
Invade my space.
Didn’t they know this pit,
My life, was a waste?

I clenched my fists,
And got ready to fight.
Another boom,
Another flash,
Another vision of light.

Who could it be,
Down here with me?

Who could it be,
That would partake with me,
This woe, this pit,
Of misery?

This hole that I had dug,
To reap what I had sown?
To think, to know, to feel,
That I was not alone.

Who could it be,
Down here with me?

Another boom,
Another flash,
Another vision of light.

Who could it be,
Down here with me?

Another boom,
Another flash,
Another vision of light.

‘Twas my sins that I did reap.
‘Twas me that made my pit so deep.

And yet,
To think, to know, to feel,
That I was not alone,
Melted my heart of stone.

Who could it be,
Down here with me?

I wept, I cried,
I cried some more.
I cried until my throat was sore.

Who could it be,
Down here with me?

A hand touched my check,
And wiped away a tear.
I startled with fear.
Then a voice, I did hear.

“Be not afraid,
Neither be thou dismayed.”

‘Twas a voice that I did not know,
The sound of love, and not of woe.
Sweet and melodious in my ear,
Foreign to me down here.
Another boom,
Another flash,
Another vision of light

And then another boom,
Another flash,
Death?s stroke drew nigh.
And yet,
Another vision of light.

In the light I did see,
A hand, reached out in pity.

And the voice,
It spake once more:
“I give to thee my hand;
Take it, hold it tight.
And I will help thee,
Through the night.”

I hesitated,
And there was silence.

Another boom,
Another flash,
Another vision of light.

And there with me,
Was no personality.

Could it be,
I had delayed too long?
Could it be, that hand,
Was gone?

Billows of despair rolled over me,
And yet, a hope within.
“Lord, save me!” I cried,
And threw myself into the night.

Another boom,
Another flash,
A hand in the light.

It took hold of mine.
And I held it tight.

Another boom,
Another flash,
And I died.

Here on the mountain top I sit.
Far, far from my dismal pit.
Visions of night,
Have passed from my sight.
All that I see,
Is Jesus with me.

By Camron Schofield