The night is cold and lost,
The days are drifting by,
My heart cries out that this is enough,
Yet I must run this race to the end.   

Who can I run to?
When it all goes awry,
Who can I cling to?
When the pain echoes inside,
To whom can I run?   

The teardrops seem hollow and fake,
The people I meet like a garden rake -
I pass them without any effect,
And my heart is failing inside,  

Who can I run to?
In whom can I hide?
What is this that I long for,
On those long lonely nights.   

And Jesus you hear my cry,
Those lonesome nights I so longed,
No more lost and afraid,
I have found a place I belong
And tears of joy now greet,
I know Him to whom I run.   

©2003 July J.Ffrench