The Summer of My Sorrow

Michael Beck

In the summer of my sorrow, when sky above was bright
For others who were laughing, ’twas then You were my light
Weeping in my spirit through night upon me thrust
You were my only refuge, the one in whom I trust
Outside the sun was shining, sweet chirping were the birds
Inside the pain was stunning, the hurt beyond all words
Going through the motions, at times I soldiered on
But had You not upheld me, all strength would long be gone
I learned You were my stronghold, my only hiding place
A brother born for trouble, a fountain of all grace
You kept my feet from falling, Your arms were underneath
Constant was Your comfort, though Satan was a thief
And now another summer upon me does descend
The sky again is shining, O how I love my Friend!
Who drew the closer to me, when trouble flew like sparks
Who took my hand in sorrow, who walked me through the dark
I thank You, precious Jesus, when all outside is fair
But even more I thank You, when in the dark You’re there.

Michael Beck is a pastor in the Dallas, TX area and the main author on Signpost. Receive a daily devotional he publishes every morning via email.