I know how hard you have been hit.
But this is not something, you can quit.
And it is not the time for a fit.
This you will get.
You are not at the end.
No, not even close, Not one whit.
It is so dark, down in that pit.
Your way out is lit.
Come and sit with Me for a bit.
All your rips and tears, I am here to knit.
Just remember, whenever you fall, to land in My mitt.
My love does not come in a boxed up kit.
But it is faithful and eternal,
and you are My most precious stone.
This is My writ.
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