A Voice

When into sorrow, my poor soul sinks,
When a sound of despair in my heart rings,
I’m strongly pushed to do my best,
By a voice that says, “There is still hope you dare not rest.”

When chains of sorrow surround me well,
When in my self, I feel like hell.
I’m forced to face life with its tests
By a voice that says,”There is still hope you dare not rest.”

When I just feel like crying aloud,
When all my worries rise like a cloud,
I’m guarded safe like a bird in its nest,
By a voice that says,”There is still hope you dare not rest.”

From all my fears, I now am free.
I’m good and strong, I could clearly see,
But can anyone say, is it from east or west?
That I hear the voice, “There is still hope you dare not rest.”

With hope and courage, I just am full.
Because of the voice, that gave me a very strong pull.
It’s my loving God, the unseen guest,
Who says everytime,”There is still hope you dare not rest.”

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