There is no sin in the depths,
as sorrow’s grip on souls that wept.
Self pity is a bitter chain,
That turns joy to loss and disdain.
flee from grief—do not embrace
The heavy veil upon your face.
For sadness feeds upon the heart,
Yet joy will tear its bonds apart.
In joy, the hands find work to do,
The feet tread paths both right and true.
But tension binds, and doubt ensnares,
And idle hands fall lost to cares.
True faith is never still or cold,
It moves, it gives, it makes one bold.
Not words alone, but deeds that shine—
A love that mirrors the Divine.
If one could see the crown ahead,
The banquet where the saints are fed,
The light that waits beyond the night,
The end of sorrow, pain, and fright—
Then gladly would they trade this earth,
The fleeting joys, the hollow mirth,
To toil beneath the humblest dome,
And call a worm pit Heaven’s home.
So lift your heart, let sorrow cease,
And walk in faith, and walk in peace.
For joy will lead where burdens fall,
And God’s great love is worth it all.
WoPoLi 
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