Some of you have seen this before, but I haul it out every now and again when I need to remind myself. I wrote it when a friend was going through a hard time, and I wanted her to know that I really had been there myself. If you've ever crawled under a rock of depression, you might relate:



I have rested my chin on the table and dined
At the Under the Rock Café,
Licking crumbs from a greasy plate,
Wishing the world would go away;

I have stirred my soup with a crusted spoon
And dropped my tears on the floor;
I sipped the dregs from a dirty glass
And thought, "I deserve no more."

It was damp and moldy and chilly there,
The lights were dim and few;
The world outside looked grim and mean
From a pane I could barely see through.

Then I felt a hand on my shoulder,
And I turned to snarl and bite,
When I saw the kind eyes of my Savior,
And His words caused my heart to take flight:

"My Child," He said, "I am with you.
You've forgotten that you are My own,
And wherever you are is a safe place;
You're not under this cold rock alone.

"I'll stay here with you and hide your soul
And give you strength for the day
When you take your right place as a Child of the King
At the Cleft of the Rock Café."