Depression

Will the stars shine again?
Can I forget their glow?
It is so very dark,
Grief I seem to know.

The clouds have gathered 'round me,
But God is in control.
It feels that I am half,
And never will be whole.

Depression seems to grab your heart,
And never let you go,
But still I have a life,
And it hurts me so.

Whatever things are good,
I choose to love the Lord.
Knowing that the things once stolen,
Will one day be restored.
         --Beverly Tina Childs