When trouble seems to have no end,

and the world treat you like a foe instead of a friend.

And your sun is lost amongst the clouds,

you scream but nothing seems to come out.

When your days turn into night,

and wrong keep overriding right.

When all you do is give and get nothing in return,

and at both ends your candle burns.

When tiredness covers you like a quilt,

you search for rest but it’s no where near.

When pain seems to be all that you breathe,

and you can’t find no way to spell relief.

When bills become steady company,

and money is no where in your vocabulary.

When life itself is your enemy,

and you wish for death in your sleep.

Think of all that he endured,

just to make your place in heaven secured.

And all he ask is that you have faith,

He will do the rest your reward is on the way.