To The Edge Of Despair Worry Took Me Poem by Royston Allen

To the edge of despair worry took me
and the bottomless pit I could see.
Then the awful chasm opened wide
and I felt myself falling inside.

Slipping and sliding as I went down
and in the bleakness began to drown.
All dark and sombre it seemed to be
I wondered what would happen to me.

Then deeper and deeper down I fell
and I thought I'd fallen into hell.
How long I was there I do not know
for each day dragged by so very slow.

When at rock bottom I called out
to the Lord my God Who heard my shout
and in the depth He reached down to me,
lifting me out and setting me free.