Who Else Can We Turn To?

We’re singing an old/new song in church recently and it has really touched me.  The title is Dear Refuge of My Weary Soul and heres’s a version of the song (which I like better than the professional versions).  This is the second verse:

But oh! When gloomy doubts prevail, 

I fear to call Thee mine

The springs of comfort seem to fail,

And all my hopes decline

Yet gracious God, where shall I flee?

Thou art my only trust

And still my soul would cleave to Thee

Though prostrate in the dust.

I so relate to this.  In the dark times, every source of comfort I’ve had in the past fails me.  There’s no refuge anywhere like there may have been for me in the past.  I lose hope and the future looks all dark.  

But where else would I go?  There is no one else.  After Jesus teaches some hard things to his followers, many leave him.  And Jesus asks the Twelve, “You don’t want to leave too, do you?”  And Peter answers, “Lord, to whom shall we go?  You have the words of eternal life.”

That’s where I am.  

Like Job, we may be lying in the dust, dysfunctional, hopeless, empty.  But who else will we go to?  “Still my soul would cleave to Thee, though prostrate in the dust.”  Such a poignant image.  This is the trust that God is good and all love despite whatever we have to go through.