Without Him

What would we do in the morning, if we could not find Him there? What would our lives truly be worth if we had no desire for prayer? How could we bare awful whispers, of the chaos this world is in? If we didn’t have Jesus to listen to us, when we open our hearts up to Him. How awful to never receive Him, or the peace that He brings to our soul. How pitifully sad our existence would be, without Him to make us feel whole. Without Him about to hear us cry out, in sorrow or suffering rage: when a child is abused, a creature misused, or a soldier entombed in the grave. How could we bare such sadness, or a cup overflowing with pain? Without Him right there, in our hearts, everywhere: soft and sweet as a clear summer rain.