When Our Backs Are Pressed Against A Wall

There are so many people suffering. Some of them I do not know but there are plenty I do know. Weary heavy laden people. People are hard pressed in trials that appear will never end. The tears fall. My own family is pressed against the wall in a series of tests.

When we have nowhere else to turn, when all hope seems lost, when peace evades, when there does not seem to be a way out I find comfort in reading Exodus 14. Moses and Israel had their backs pressed hard against the wall but God made a way where there seemed to be no way. Take courage my weary brothers and sisters. God will not abandon you. He will come through. The truth there inspired this poem.

O Jesus you see our backs are pressed against the wall,
How our steps falter how we stagger - and on You fall,
You alone can take the heavy burdened wearisome load,
Granting peace, comfort, refuge in your dwelling abode,
You see our way is hedged in - there appears no way out,
Help us believe in you with faith and not give into doubt,
When our strength fails and like soft cookies crumbles,
When our feet get tripped and we begin to stumble,
When the enemy presses in clouding the path of light,
We the tears falls unending and weeping lasts for a night,
We call out your name trusting You O Prince of Peace,
To find shelter and all our cares and burdens release,
O Jesus our backs are pressed hard against the wall,
We have no other hope or other help on whom to call,
So as the day dawns and our troubles continue to linger,
We ask you to reach down to help with your sovereign finger,
You move our burdens and take them from off our shoulders,
Making every looming impossible mountain but a tiny boulder,
We trust you to make a way while our backs are so heavy pressed,
You are our peace, our comfort and where our souls truly find rest.