As always, I cried out to my Savior, my Lord, my God, tired, with
                        desperation in my voice: "Jesus, I can't take this lonely road again.
                         I've walked it so many times before yet it leads me nowhere."  I
                    swallowed the words but the thoughts numbed my brain as they drudged on
                      unharnessed, nowhere but to the end of my emotions- to the void; that
                                immense gulf of painfully cold blackness. 
                                       "Mary," He called softly.
                                           "Yes, Lord?" 
                      "How is it that you still don't trust Me?" His voice was warm and deep.
                        "Lift your eyes to Mine." And with that He gently placed His hand
                     beneath my chin and brought my face opposite His. Looking into His eyes
                      I saw something I'd never seen before. There, a single tear swelled and
                      spilled over His dark lashes and down His smooth olive skin. First one,
                       then another. His heart was breaking for me. I lifted my hand to wipe
                       the tears from His cheek, pausing to caress the precious face of my
                                              Jesus. 

Life is queer with it's
   twists and turns,
   as everyone of us
   sometimes learns,
   and many a person
   turns about
When they might have won
   had they stuck it out.
Don't give up,
   though the pace seems slow,
   you may succeed
   with another blow!

Often the struggler
   has given up
When he might have
   captured the Victor's cup,
   and he learned too late
   when the night came down
   how close he was to
   the Golden Crown!
Success is failure
   turned inside out,
So stick to the fight
   when you are hardest hit
It's when things seem worst. . .
"YOU MUST NOT QUIT!