though now I'm torn

Though I walk in the midst of trouble, thou wilt revive me:    
thou shalt stretch forth thine hand against the wrath  
of mine enemies, and thy right hand shall save me. Ps. 138:7 KJV    

 
my darkest night
behold, it shall be bright
when comes that light
which consummates my fright
put now to flight
these shadows from my sight
that I may right
the ills that feed my plight
 
a heavy toll
asks penance of my soul
taking control
of every noble goal
with no parole
and none to me console
fate doth cajole
where heavy burdens roll
 
but comes the dawn
when I shall be reborn
though now forlorn
left broken here and worn
hence I have sworn
that I shall never mourn
though now i'm torn
soon comes my golden morn
 
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by Clyve A. Bowen♫