His Gentle Prersence

I write this poem with a heavy heart as i trugde along this narrow path. i feel unworthy of the price ahead so i sit, my thoughts distressed, my hands on my head. confused yet hopeful, depressed yet joyful, how do i manage this conflicting passions? with as much strenght as i can muster i stumble along, my frailty my greatest distraction. but in my heart i hear the victors song soothing words of comfort urging me to just stay strong. the tears well up, the mixed feelings subside am once again of His gentle presence by my side. my greatest weapon, my faithful song, what else can make more sense on this lonely path i dared to tread other than His Gentle Presence.