A Fork In the Road of Life

When dark despair and dismalness oppress how then does joy keep its too, too brief cheer when life and health forswear bliss no longer dear and then embrace dark thoughts, dark days that depress? When the claws of melancholy’s distress seize, choke and kill death’s then too close, too near for peace, for rest, or for freedom from fear: how then does one so wretchéd suffer this stress? Although fate can assault with great despair hope and faith in God’s love and Jesus’s blood withstand the trials of life that one may bear her tribulations as something made good and perfect through him, for as a loved joint-heir with him her unbelief is nailed in dogwood.