In my most sorrowful and perplexed hours,
I count my blessings in my trusted friends,
Seeking counsel that through them God sends me.
My help is from God whose ways are proven
With golden smiles, whose paths are strewn with buds
From an eternal spring - only I bend
From my estimable height to reach them.
My faith perceives God’s presence in the voice
That speaks to me; my pride gives way to trust
That knocks at the door of my heart. I keep
My balance so as not to be misguid’d
By sudden expectations. Clearly now
I accept the advice so graciously
And so mercifully given to me.
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