When come the time of trouble
It makes you fall and stumble
It comes with all the sorrow
To make you feel there's no tomorrow
You will feel the stinging pains
As if your heart is lock in chains
At times to pray can you not
But oh my friend retire not
Time of trouble such as this
Will keep your heart away from peace
But in God you will find a friend
To guide you well up to the end
Troubles come not singly but in battalions
My friend, perhaps come they in legions
In what form of prayer veil your whole
Fight fight for the purpose of your soul!
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