Thought
Times of war, loss, and deaths
Bring on moods of desperateness.
No one knows the high and low,
That loneliness can hardly show,
But if cloud of pity stands aside
There the comforter does abide.
For by grace, it can be shown,
No moment are you all alone
When rain falls in seasons due
Soaked to the bone wet through.
No refuge found or cover shelter.
No umbrella or a friendly helper
But if victim mode is set aside
There dear protector does abide.
For by grace, it can be shown,
No moment are you all alone
Prayer
O Lord constant companion, sorrow only comes when my soul is not settled in Thee and on dwelling in Thee. For you are my only refuge, no one and nothing else is adequate or lasting. Thou comforter, thou refuge, thou companion.
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