in the mud lies a sliver chain
the puddles obscuring a portion of it’s length
the lightning reflects off the cross
as the thunder rolls it’s baritone voice
rain still pouring from the storm filled sky
a faith so long held tight
now vanished with the sunshine

the clothes now soaked
my skin is chilled to the core
with the coolness of the rain drenched wind
breathing across my tear stained cheeks
i’ve lived the way i ought
for such a long long time
why has all this happened to me

another crack of a booming voice
is this the answer i’m to interpret
how do i know what it means
i look down through tear filled eyes
focusing on everything and nothing at all
the glimmer of the mud dabbed cross
with the lightning catches my eye
i just don’t understand
i cry

my arms outstretched to the heavens
how did you expect me to get through
when my world is crashing all around
i put my trust in you and found myself wanting
rain falls from my hand while picking up
the silver chain
in slow motion the cross slips from it’s security

with a splash i see the cross dip below
the puddle completely covers
the ripples of the waves it caused
along with the raindrops billow to the puddles shore
the chain still draped and weaved between my fingers
how poetic i think to myself
my faith is gone like the cross now buried

rejection and failure sweep over my soul
i’m free of religion and lost at the same time
where do i turn my empty heart
in search of hope and peace
when will the storms within be stilled
i stammer to no one in particular
another lightning flash and crack of thunder

what do i do now - who can help
i drop my hands in complete brokenness
the silver slips from my hand
to the puddle it drops below the surface
the foolishness of my minds desires
i’ve tried to find a way out of all my problems
without a means to the end
the rain continues it’s maddening shower

i glance back down through the tears and rain
lightning flashes and the chain shimmers
a trace of it’s measure lies at the edge of the flood
in unexplainable reasoning i stoop to the ground
mumbling and muttering in all my despair
why couldn’t he just have given a sign
one little sign that showed i was not forgotten

a thunderous crack startles my heart
i look to the weeping sky
i just don’t understand, lord, i just don’t understand
a chill comes over me as the rain continues to pour
reaching a hand into the puddle i take hold of the chain
both ends lie together next to the other
while the rest of it’s length lies buried in the water

the cold dark muddy water
ripples and quakes as i slowly pull the chain
from the depths of the rain
my eyes grow large as i wipe them clear
i can’t believe what is now dangling before me
as i stand in amazement i look to see
the cross now hangs from the chain it abandoned

how could this happen i find myself saying
the impossible has become the possible
there it is in shining beauty
the cross and it’s chain now one again
i look upward to the expanse raising both arms
your love is so real - so real to my heart
the chill of rain is replaced by the warmth
of faith