The Lord is Near

The Lord is near, His promise sure, 

To broken hearts He brings a cure.

Though tears may fall, unending streams, 

He gathers each, renews my dreams.

The weight I carry, none can see,

The ache of feeling lost - just me.

Alone I stand, misunderstood,

Yet God remains, and He is good.

I cry aloud; does Heaven hear?

My whispered prayers, my hidden fears?

Yet in the silence, soft and still, 

He draws me close; sharing His will.

A heart that's shattered, torn apart, 

He cradles gently in His heart.

Though I am weak, His love is strong, 

In Him, my hope will carry on.