In Depth Of Struggle Poem by Efren Petalver Carranza

Again, Lord here I am in another phase of trial
That's weakening my faith - a cry for help! I shall
Leave your "Footprints in the Sand, " for mine are
Too weak to gait through the crooked road; yet far
To reach the promise of your indemnity of hope -
[If there is] What else you got for me to cope?

You know very well this heart to people I care,
But they took this kindness for granted as I bear
These open and willing hands to share what I got
No matter how much though it's not really a lot.

I need not to question you for I hold the answer;
I need not to utter for I always have same prayer,
But how long will I suffer in this depth of struggle,
That each time I work with it, it becomes harder,
And harder for my mind, body, and soul to handle;

So, guide this faith stronger, for I'm losing it slowly;
My decision… my confidence… my trustworthy -
They're all drowning in the epithet of no pity.