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Feeling low,
Unmotivated,
Nothing in sight,
Seen as a purpose
For which I should live.
All appetite has flown out,
But a desire within me resides,
That I may chew at a certain thing,
That can make me fall into deep sleep,
Never to be able to wake up again,
Even passing the resurrections
All the while unconscious,
Of all goings on around,
Better not existing,
Than afflictions
Faced with,
That seem not to respond,
Regardless of prayers and fastings,
Making me to hate everything about life.
Entreaties flow out with great travailings,
But all like unto a dead piece of wood,
Yet still,like unto the dead of old,
Whose bones on earth remain,
Yet it is the risen Christ,
To whom my heart has been pouring out,
Who Has preferred silence,
As the enemy plunders on,
Turning to even raise up questionings,
As to if He cares at all about me!

He,that endures to the end,we are told,
Is he that the crown of life shall possess;
As the dawning of the writings reveals,
The enemy shall at times victor over us,
Hence the last mode of overcoming him,
That we love not our lives,unto death.
And hence,death I have preferred to life,
Yet death,cowardly behaves,
Never my way to come,
Preferring the peripheries far from me!
And so Lord,give me the grace to endure,
And silence the voices that taunt me,
Making me to doubt your love for me,
Despite the perpetual promise,
Assuring me
That nothing like perils of life,
Persecutions,nakedness,tribulations
Or distress,famine or sword
Mean that you love us not,
As that death seals it all for us,
By Him who now intercedes for us.
And so Lord,give me the grace to endure,
And silence the voices that taunt me,
Making me to doubt your love for me,
That the crown of life I may possess.