Even when the powers of darkness
Seem to have everything in their claws;
When a close companion cheaply betrays
And evening falls swifter than a stone,
Even then is power in His hands.
When powers of the teachers twists
And rulers plot for their own gain,
As the gates of hell open up
To put a triumphant end to good,
Even so, He was fully in control.
And now, in my own dark times,
Can I not reply on His complete control?
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