I Battle Depression

SAVING HOPE

In times of pain, where's love's embrace?
A drowning terror to make her pace.
With slash, and slash, and slash again, a fiending zorro sure pares the slate.
A thought of care, for goodness' sake!
but bouncy devils upon her brain.
"Bisect, dissect, and decussate",
their sadist sayings run ultimate.
A swish, and skip, and in two throws reach,
a yearning Father cries for His kid.
A wail, a yell, a bay, a scream,
hijacked by winds in Lucy's team.
"My love! My child! Mine love! Mine stride!
Your scars make wells inside mine heart.
Protrude thy ears right through the walls of devils discussing for thine fall.
THINE PEACE, MINE CHILD, CLENCHED IN MINE FIST,
THAT I MIGHT PLACE UPON THINE CHEEKS
Thine peace, mine love, clenched in mine fist;
thine blade art but a mocking beast.
True love, true peace, they dwell in Me.
Come now, oh child; thine burdens, cast all on me."