When low my soul bows toward the earth
And shatt'ring pain replaces mirth.
I question what my life is worth
And I anathematize my birth.
But then, when utter darkness blinds
(When hurt and pain, like iron, binds),
My grabbling soul, a Being finds.
His light exudes, His strength unwinds
The tangled chains that trammel me.
His steadfast love contains a key,
And in His mercy sets me free.
He doffs my veil and lets me see
His character so sure and true,
So faithful and consistent to
My faithless and unstable view
Of that pure Being, my God Who
Never leaves me all alone
And hears my heart, each sob, each groan.
My woe He turns to bliss unknown
He stills my soul with gentle tone.
My soul ought not ache anymore.
My heart need not to suffer nor
To throb nor hate affliction, for
My God has ecstasy in store
February 22, 2006
~Anna Christina
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