A Christian Viewpoint

I do not walk alone
For silent witnesses
Watching over my life
Lift my name to the King
Interceding before His throne
For this struggling soul.

In a valley,
Called depression,
I walk by His light
Burdened by a mind
Filled with troubles
But not bowed down.

As time passes
A warrior perishes.
My struggles increase.
I walk in a rift
Called DEPRESSION
And question the struggle
With thoughts unbearable.

He will not leave me
To stand alone,
Another Saint bidden,
To take on the task,
Of raising voice
To aid my soul.

Then once again
I climb from the pit
And raise my eyes
To my gracious Father
For raising another
Unknown Soldier.

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