If only you believe, even depression,
A battalion of woes may stand,
The Lord heals through His affection,
But He defeats them by His own hand.
Fall however serious and deep,
Wasted years a terrible pain,
You will tide over and never weep,
He will make all pain in to gain.
On a dark path a lamp of light,
Immortal beauty is inward,so give
On withered moor a shine so bright,
He wants your soul to live.
Thereafter no tumble,no grumble,
Says the bible,ever be humble.
Yesupatham Savarimuthu.
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