My heart was heavy with thoughts of self,
Tossed hither and yon with doubt and fear;
And I longed for the rest that was promised "there"
To recompense me for the burden "here."
I fought with discouragement weak with the strife,
And hoped with a courage born of despair,
That sometime and somewhere the Father would hear
My cry in the dark, and answer my prayer.
But my eyes were closed and I could not see
The floods of light that enveloped me;
And the shadow and chill of perpetual night
Seemed taking the place of the warmth and the light.
