There, in the heart of the pain, are you.
Between struggles and helplessness.
Giving comfort and hope anew.
The lonely and downhearted feel.
Earthly loathing sends cruel chidings.
Showered by those whose hearts won’t kneel.
Humility’s praises hiding.
When hopelessness grips truthfulness,
God leads with His love abiding.
When Satan’s force is relentless,
And destruction imparts its great hate.
God’s watching is not defenseless.
Remember, His power is great.
“Free Agency” will not abate.
In a twinkling, shall come earth’s fate.
Stay strong within His love, sweet saints.
Do your best; live and do his will.
And from His teachings, never faint.
Feel His strength when your soul is still.
Remember His power is grand.
He will lift you up with great zeal!
This poem was written to uplift the weary who travel through life here on earth, hoping. (It is in response to my dispair over loosing files Bridging the Gap between God and Science. Still, the search through thousands of recovered files continue. Keep me in your prayers, please.)