To the edge of despair worry took me
and a bottomless pit I could see.
Then an awful chasm opened wide
and I felt myself falling inside.
Slipping and sliding as I went down
and in the bleakness began to drown.
I dreaded what was happening to me.
For all dark and sombre it seemed to be.
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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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