A thorn in the flesh,

that we may feel pain,

death of a loved one,

that we all feel hopeless,

All these things to make us cry in anguish,

pall these things to make darkness laugh mockingly,

but they are the past,

and here is the present,

how long will I dwell in sorrow?

how long will I keep on recalling on the past things that I have done?

how long?