DEPRESSION IS THE PITS

Depression is a spiritual force
It can be a deadly foe;
You can't just run away from it
This spirit won't just let you go.

When this spirit takes over your mind
Confusion and fear then combine;
A battle for the mind will rage
Depression has no compassion for any age.

Depression will change your mind
You will no longer be sound and whole;
It will shatter your thoughts from within
Your heart can become hard from unconfessed sin.

It rips and tears, as the pieces fall
For God's help, in distress, you call;
You can't fight this battle by yourself
Wounded soldiers can end up on a shelf.

Your tears are like falling rain
Your composure you try to regain;
Finally there are no more tears
Just frightening thoughts and unresolved fears.

You hear a quiet whisper
A voice is saying in your ear;
No one cares, there is no escape for you
As you shed a single, lonely tear.

In desperation, you look in a mirror
With sunken eyes and tangled hair;
Who is this person looking back at you
O God, tell me that's not me in there.

You can no longer be a good mother and wife
Depression has stolen this part of your life;
You don't care, now, about anything
Help me God, my head hurts so from the pain.

You don't care who is around
Your mind seems to be no longer sound;
Your children look at you with fear
Who is this stranger with us here?

Cry out to God, he feels your pain
Although your tears might flow like rain;
Bite your lip and don't complain
The devil is playing a dangerous game.

The brain is chemically unbalanced
At this very critical time in your life;
You may not feel that God is around
Just whisper "Jesus", he can still be found.

Don't let the devil, with his deadly pride
Tell you these deceiving lies;
He has no legal right to hold on to you
Show him the bottom of your shoe.

You may have guessed by now
I have been through depression, too;
Only Jesus can set your mind  straight
Just release, to him, this heavy weight.

Yes, I have been in this despair
I thought I'd been abandoned there;
Only Jesus can restore your mind
And once again, his peace you'll find.

The joy of the Lord will be your strength
No matter what you seem to think;
God will see you all the way through
When you look back, you'll see, he's carried you!

Words by Lynne Gilmore 
© Copyright 6/10/2000