Are you at the end of something?

Are you at the end of you?
And all the things you usually do?
Do you find its all washing out
And filling your life with pain and doubt?

Are you at the end of all the stuff?
Of things that are hard and very rough?
Are you asking why and when and how
And hearing nothing then or now?

Is the pain you feel too much to bear?
Does life suddenly seem unfair?
Have all the friends gone away
And left you with your desperate day?

Are you finding you can't stay?
On the path of endless delay?
Do you not see the hope?
And feel you can no longer cope?

If yes to any or all of these
Then what do you need  for it to cease?
Its going to be ok, I know.
Because you see I have been this low.

When all my world seemed dark as black
and it was like I was off the track
That failure and fate had cast the lot
 And the enemies won that I had fought

I have seen my strength so spent
And the next step seemed in hard cement.
I have been to the end of me
And did not know what would set me free.

But then the pain of labor ceased
Relief it came with new life released
The cry of newness heralded a change
Something else had been arranged.

So what I thought was the final end
Was the birthing of  a God send.
Something came in the stead of pain
Life was richer for the gain

Could not see how it would be
Some midwife  came and carried me
Who would think the sun could rise
In such a dark night to my eyes?

If you are here in such a place
Look up to see that loving Face
Who will carry you until the end
Which is the beginning not merely a mend.

Hang on oh suffering lonely one 
Tossed in tempest sore and done
For you will come out knowing you could,
This too shall come to good.