Under black clouds of hardship,
saturated by torrential
rains of adversity,
I am sheltered
by your friendship.
Earthquake of persecution
shake me to the core,
yet the ground is steady
beneath my feet,
that I might keep my balance
I drink from the chalice of mishap,
where progression is poisoned
by instability and stagnation.
Anon you rescue me with
understanding and direction
With undying love and appreciation
I come to you unashamed,
for the tears that flood my eyes,
and the heart that overflows
with abounding gratitude