Plight

It was not right that I had to fight
Nothing prepared me for that night
On that night I called upon Him
I asked God for might
No matter how hard I tried I could not reach that Holy Height
Even though I reached for the light
It was clearly in my sight
In my reach, only not quite
Caught in the panoramic sight
God did not help me in my time of plight
But that seemed right on this night