Day 16/366

Pain, unseen by sight,
But just as real, grips
With all its might...
And drains dry
The well that is within.

Sadness, a melancholy cloud
That attempts to wrap up
Like a shroud
And whispers doubt
That no one else
Can hear.

Fear dries up every bit
Of courage and tempts
To stay put and sit
Out the risk of an
Open heart.

All creep in unannounced
Upon the soul and
Eagerly they pounce,
Their weight a heavy,
Lonely load.

But deep within you
Hear a Voice
That reminds to worship
Is a choice.
He offers strength
To lift a hand

In the sacrifice of praise
Trembling hands are raised
And victory has come
To those who love The Son

And trust...hope...cling
Despite the pain living brings.

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