What Do We Do?

What do we do, when the light where once it shone, 
Has been snuffed out, and all our hope is gone? 
 
What do we do, when the very fabric of our lives, 
Comes crashing down, slashed by a thousand knives? 
 
What do we do, where once lived joy and hope,
There is only sorrow, and we can no longer cope?
 
Where do we turn, when we cannot find the path, 
And when we turn to God, He just seems to laugh? 
 
Where do we turn, when our hearts have truly shattered, 
And we find in piles of ashes, all that truly mattered? 
 
Where do we turn, when we find the dream is lost, 
And we cannot, dare not, start to count the cost? 
 
We must hold on, for much it is illusion, 
There is still hope, where there is much confusion. 
 
We must hold on, for the storm it cannot last, 
We must ride the mighty swell, tied tightly to the mast.
 
We must hold on, for salvation it will come, 
Although right now we're battered, broken, bruised and numb. 
 
We must hold on, for the light it is returning. 
We will surely find the joy, for which our souls are yearning. 
 
© David Gibson 2009, 2015