Of depression
You sneak up again
Leaving deaths impression
On my face
Happiness to steal
I sit with you
For none can heal
I seek for something
To make me feel
I get lost in sin
To the enemy kneel
What a fool
I am to all
As through the day
I barely crawl
Still God remains
My steadfast hope
If not for Him
How could I cope
I offer all I am
To Him alone
Though I ache
And though I moan
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