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.
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