Adversity
How cautious I was while going my way,
When adversity upon me was thrust;
Words spoken in my ear to stay,
With evil thoughts to break my trust.
But you who trifle with my heart,
I once loved but now cause such grief;
For when the pain that tears apart,
Is now the soul for each reckless thief.
Now all these things need be confessed,
To bring conclusion to this affair;
To rid the soul of its forlorn unrest;
And ease the pain that lingers there.
For even if I go my way I fear,
My thwarted heart would shed a tear.
Copyright © Elizabeth Wesley | Year Posted 2011
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