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January 10, 2019
this mad world storms clouds drip with fear thick obscure light had they that power (they don’t) but tireless try though time shortens those I must trust beneath whose care I live untrustworthily stand astride hate, confusion which tsunami-like overwhelm peace overflow reason rolls chaotic darkness blinding eyes to hope would dim what joy remains once fear has had its way had it that power (it doesn’t) yet tireless tries though time shortens
all around me cries I should be fearful in doubt of my life but I cannot condone these fears they have no power cannot more than brush upon what they vainly would rip to shreds
have I in me this power? this ability to withstand terror? on my own? no! it is not I I have neither strength nor power to withstand this horrid storm my heart is insufficient pure optimism too forlorn a hope to stand against the monsters constant assault my life my better demons, demons still to my destruction hurry
but this!
I know He on Whom my life depends is worthy of my trust I can be given to His care un-succumbed to fear the strongest storms of any pow’r but teacup’s tempest in His hand though as cork upon the sea as feather in the wind I am not veered nor am I blown from the course before me laid I am here and on Him stand firm midst the storm’s assault
and afterward when all has gone but He Whose voice first made me be I. Will. Stand.
on Him alone
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