We try to hold all of life’s stresses,
In the palm of our hands.
But soon we find ourselves beneath them,
Being crushed by their constricting bands.
Dark days appear darker,
While sunny days appear duller.
And the ice surrounding our hearts
Grows thick within our soul.
No one can bring out your smile.
Even the smallest confrontation
Is enough to stir up the nastiest bile.
Hope is now a thing for the foolish,
A creation to trick the weak.
For there is no hope
To attain the happiness we seek.
We cannot conquer this darkness
When we are on our own.
But Our God is always here for us,
Older than the Earths stone.
With him, we can lift any haze
No matter how dark or thick.
He is the lone cure
When stress makes you sick.
Our Lord can be the columns,
That support you when you weaken.
Just put your faith in him!
For alone, you are beaten.
Look, the brightness has shone through,
On the start of another day.
And just when you wanted to leave this Earth,
God made you want to stay.