by Vincent Flannery

Created on: August 28, 2011

It often comes to earth to visit

Staying with all who will have it

Pulling you down next to its side

Until all of your hopes have died

He wants to trample all over you

For that is what misery likes to do

He wants to take every single one of your hopes

And now he has you up against his ropes

I did not win my last fight alone

But I used the light the Holy Spirit has shone

I used the Holy Spirit to help me soar

Then I picked up misery and  threw him out the door

I gathered up all my dreams

No matter how small any one of them seems

Now I carry them with me as I go about my way

And often listen to the words that they have to say

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