This poem is about, refusing to give up even when you are overburdened with fear and doubt.

It is often said, "Only the strong
Survive," and weak I've never been.
But fighting back sometimes it seems,
As if I will never win.

It has been said, "In order to appreicate,
The house of joy, we must stand in the,
House of sorrow. Oh, how I know what,
It means to feel sorrow.

It has been said, "If someone closes the,
Front door, enter around the back."
I even know what it means to travel,
Down life's lonesome paths, afraid to
Look back.

It has been said, "Prayer without faith,
Is dead," and I've tried hard not to let,
My faith fade, but sometimes my heart,
Speaks lies to my foolish head. 

Hardship and troubles, coupled with,
Doubt, is a hard pill to stomach when it,
When it seems as if there is no way out!

But though it all, I've kept my hand in the,
Master's Hand, even when I knew my,
Faith was smaller than, a gain of sand.