*2Corinthians 2:14 Now thanks be unto God, which always causeth us to triumph in Christ, and maketh manifest the savour of his knowledge by us in every place.
Surmounting feelings of woe and sorrow She seeks the Saviour along hopeful glow Striving to discard shroud wrapping her doubts Surely showing triumph for tomorrow. Having indeed conquered depression bouts Her heart smites melancholy with praise-shouts Holding on to Christ’s assurance of grace Hoisted for divine freedom from guilt-clouts. Grateful to God for peace midst gloomy race Gladly, faith propels her strongly to face Grim realities that shatter great dream Guarded against pangs of torturous space. Winning now against grievous wistful scream Will of hers trusts the Lord for service-beam Watchfully reaching-out to ease pain’s blow Withdrawn not, but wafting wise self-esteem.
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