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An allegorical poem likening a spiritual struggle to a battle |
| Though darkness may engulf the land And your defeat seems close at hand Do not fear, for aid is near God will triumph in the end. Yet there you stand, as in a tower It seems this is your darkest hour. But wait and see, He'll set you free God will come in all His power. When all seems wrong, and naught seems right When day seems swallowed by endless night When all seems lost in winter's frost God will set your heart aright. |