The little voice spoke to my darkest despair.
Can you not feel me? Think I’m not there?
I am always close by, and my evil delights
in preying on you with my gouges and bites.
Tell me then. Tell me you are not afraid
as you wallow and whine underneath the shade
of your Hero. He is where, in the midst of your strife?
He doesn’t care for your pathetic little life.

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But no, my Lord, he lies in my ear.
For You do not give me a spirit of fear,
but of peace. Your word reminds me again
that whatever the problem, whatever the pain,
You provide a way out, the solution is there;
Your help is offered, my life to repair.
‘Tis more than a saying; true promise it be
and it leads me surely to my victory.

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For if promise is made that I can indeed cope,
then the voice of despair can be banished with hope.
I can cope with this problem too, it is true.
It may be a matter of cleaving to You,
or of finding the answer, wherever it lies;
here then is my duty – I must become wise.
Wisdom is gained through study and trials;
so forward I step, slowly cover the miles
that I have yet to go, in this earthen bound race
till at last I am free, seeing You face to face.

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Perspective is learned through the trials of others.
In my deepest despair I have no will to bother
with other folk’s sorrows. But walking with You,
I see that their pain is so deep and so true,
that I must help, if any way eases their load,
so they too can feel Your love truly unfold.
Perspective and wisdom together will show
the path through my darkness. In time I will know
the reasons; till then it’s enough just to do
one step at a time, and each step with You.