There is hope

No matter how long the night is, dawn comes.
Things may be difficulties, there may be chaos, troubles, confusion, pain, misery, anxiety, stress, depression.. so on, and so on.

Hold on, it will come to pass.
Don't give up, keep holding on.

This is a war, inside of us, and out all around us.
Nobody sits out or is neutral, you're either for or against, together or scattered.

Overcome, or be overcame.
Fight the good fight.
Never lose hope, or sight of the reward of our faith.
Our redemption is nigh

"overcome or be overcome" (overcame is past tense for overcome)

other than that, good thoughts

We have stepping stones to climb on our journey and hopefully gain some new insight with ea challenge we overcome. It's also delightful to remember, our Heavenly Father, is for us and will always b in control 'He is Alpha and Omega'. Happy New Year.

Long dark night of the soul,
By John of the Cross

A poem to compliment the spirit of hope in your thread


Be silent oh voice of doubt, be still oh image of fear for the darkness calls but the light will answer.
No more shall you pervert his children's thoughts, no longer will you reign sin in their hearts. You who laughs at their failings you who relishes when they stumble and mock their faith will taste the wine of your own doing. Oh how you boast of yourself evil child Oh how far you have fallen from grace in your arrogance and pride.
You claim victory when you have lost long ago, you call them weak blind to the strength that rises against you. A song of victory slowly rises sounding at first as a small whisper from a child but ever grows ringing truer and stronger until it shatters your ears with it's glorious strength. Those who you have persecuted, those who hide under the shelter of our lords wings will be your own undoing and will rise against in his power and authority. They will be his sword against you and will carry his name on their heads, you shall fear the ones who once feared you and your folly will bring you to your knees.

A time is coming and is at the door even now when your grip will loose and the king will ride in triumph his light piercing the ebony darkness you have attempted to lay as your battle field. Foolish serpent, had you not been so arrogant and blind in your own pride you would have seen the ending that befalls you, and you would have seen the lambs you thought were so weak for what they truly were. Just as a wolf in sheep's clothing they are lions in a lambs skin.

The wings of the Lord are upon them and they are prepped for the war that is to come, a war that you cannot win and a war that will be lost by the very hand you yourself denied. You who were the most beloved and treasured who had the highest place in his ranks yet in your blindness slapped the face who loved you and boasted of yourself. The age of man is closing and your reign though short lived will be shattered, war is at hand and draws ever closer and his army is at the ready. The trumpet will sound and all will finally unfold but it will be his children who will the slaughtered nor will your hand touch a single hair on their head, with a holy fire in their eyes and his name upon their heads they will sweep over your demonic forces with the might and glory of the one true God and you will know their names each and everyone of them. You will cringe as you see army after army fall to the kin of our Lord and each of their names will bring terror into the hearts of your dominions.

so relish your time now oh foolish serpent who portays a dragon, for you illusion of strength in the image of a great dragon is but a reflection of your weakness as a snake. The war will come and time is but a millisecond away from the battle cry. The trumpet will sound darkness will fall but the light will answer