Joy With a Meaning

Round, round, round again
Finding myself in the same place I started
Feel like I’m chasing my tail
With no beginning or end
With nothing to do or say
I find myself

Myself, weak yet prideful
One minute depressed and pitiful
The next raising myself to the utmost
Happy yet not. Can you define it?
My mind can’t seem to find the One I lack.
Jesus Christ

Feeling the chase
Have heard the Word but not responded
Have tried but rejected it
Here I stand in the world and of it
Processing but not comprehending
How long can this last?

Hit the bottom alone. Alone!
No one here but me, at the mercy of others
Yet, maybe there’s hope
Hope in Christ and not in myself
Been looking at it blindly, not about me
But about Him.

Now I’m not alone. Not alone!
I have a hope found solely in the blood
He’s lifted me out of the bottomless pit
Now I’m in the world and not of it
He’s made me see that I now
Have the joy I lacked.