Spring lodge

  In the wilderness of depression my heart has sunk so low; I long for a solution but I don't know where to go. I have this guilty complex, as if the fault were mine, As if somehow I’d ventured through a "NO ADMITTANCE" sign. I feel I ought not be here, I've better things to do; Yet I can't seem to focus, I’m simply muddling through. My tears are always present, appearing just at will; I feel nobody loves me, my world is oh, so still. In crowds I feel an outcast, as if I don't belong, I cannot speak to strangers within a noisy throng. My mind is all confusion, my heart is full of fear, I can’t find any solace, what am I doing here? With haste I rush for shelter far from this mob, this crowd; No matter what the function, they’re all so terribly loud. Back to my silent enclave, to loneliness and pain, To sort out troubled feelings that surface once again. How do I cast this burden? Find peace to fill my soul? Where do I get my answers? How do I find control? Can

  When life is getting you down, and you need a little hope. Look deep down inside yourself, and you'll find the way to cope. When life is getting you down, and you need a little love. Go to the person whom you are the closest, as the rest they are above. When life is getting you down, and all you need is a laugh. Find the friend that makes you smile, they may even be your staff. When life is getting you down, don't allow it so. Change the way you think of life, and life will be better, you know. When life is getting you down, don't sit and mope Take action and always have hope. When life is getting you down, take time to pray Don't allow yourself to frown God will help you see the blessings of the day.

  Pray in the time of sorrow; sing in the time of joy, Give voice to the inner emotions; in trust your faith deploy. When sickness overtakes you, when days cause endless pain, It seems life has no meaning, commitments are quite in vain. How can one think of singing when sorrows pile so deep? Rejoice amidst the trials when one would rather weep? Give thanks to God in all things; the happy times, the good, As well in disappointments, when you’re misunderstood. God doesn’t say, "FOR all things," when crisis come your way, But in the darkened valleys, there’s always room to pray. God's patience never falters; his ears hear your request, Your anxious cry for mercy, when you can find no rest. He longs to draw you closer, He seeks to draw you near; But life keeps you so busy, His voice seems not too clear. Then God allows a valley where you might seek His face, A time of concentration, renewing of His grace. God never left His posting, He did not stray away, It’s you who did the