Let Not Your Heart Be Troubled

Art Medium: Charcoal, Photoshop

In depths of desperation

In suffering and trial

When our hearts have shattered

And we find it hard to smile

Through the fire and the testing

When we’ve lost what we hold dear

We hear a sweet Voice whisper,

“Let not your heart be troubled; I am here.”

Despite tempest and strong winds

When our walls have crumbled down

It is cold and dark and frightening

There seems to be no hope around

Misery breaks down and threatens

To bring to life our darkest fear

But we hear that sweet Voice whisper,

“Let not your heart be troubled; I am here.”

Oh yes, He is there in the shadow

For it is by His light

That we are able to go on

To walk by faith, not sight.

And no matter how dreadful

May be the hour, day, or year,

That sweet Voice will always whisper,

“Let not your heart be troubled; I am here.”