The darkness that so oft besets
- the heart that waits unshielded
is bound to face the constant tests -
'tis harsh and cruel, not yielding.
Cease, thou cold and heartless beast!
And leave the soul that wavers;
for strength to find in weakness still
is greater than all that thou conquers.
In sovereign light I will find grace
- though darkness oft beset me
and find me wearied through the race -
for Christ, my heart is wielding.
Peace, thou poor and hungered soul!
And comfort in your sorrow;
no pow'r can stand against His will
in Him find strength to face the morrow.
- J. P. Antonios