When friends turn into foes and all is dark,
When evil is all that raises its head;
When night is black without a glow or spark,
When one feels, more than alive, one is dead;
When silence screams louder than any voice,
When loneliness alone gives company;
When nothing but solitude is the choice,
When life is but a tragic symphony;
It’s then that one knows one cannot afford
To look away from the path He has shown.
And, when one does surrender to the Lord,
By his kind touch all of the woes are gone.
Let’s remember: To him who in Him lives,
He always his kind hope and his grace gives.
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