For at some moments when we seem to be champions at what
we’ve been weaving. The plans we’ve been executing. The hopes
we’ve been holding, seeds we’ve been sowing,
Misfortunes may befall us & all will seem hopeless & us, helpless.
But unseen before and among us, deeply rooted like a fortress, a
soft spot to our burdened souls & a wipe to our teary eyes.
Warmth to our dampened spirits & hope to our hopeless souls.
An assurance that the dark blanket will lift & we’ll smile again.
God will always be there.