Despair

G S Jones 8/25/1998

How far am I from despair?

God knows my brink,

And will keep me from it.

How long can I last like this?

Each new day a discovery of my endurance,

A test of my long-suffering,

A gift of His mercy.

Can it be much more that I can take?

No, I think not.

The brink must be in sight,

The turning point quite near.

Can it be much longer that I will withstand?

Not much.

The time must be at hand,

Perhaps today!

Despair is sin, a lack of faith,

I know that I must not.

If it is a temptation,

(It seems a powerful one now!)

Then God has promised an escape.

Its boney hands and yellowed nails

Are clutching for me,

There must be a way to turn,

To shake off its grip,

And rest in God’s.