At night the sour smell arose,
Went in my mouth and out my nose.
By day the rot of thoughts repressed,
Went from my head into my chest.

My arms and legs lost energy,
As if the palsey’d stricken me.
I sat down low as I could be,
I felt victim of insanity.

But as from God’s anointed soul,
A loving word came comfortable,
To soothe my healing heart and say,
“Find the peace that comes through pain today.”

The word was blue upon the screen,
Moods change from blue to evergreen,
And hope within my stricken heart,
Grew stronger as I played my part.

To sit atop a pyramid,
Is not to know the work they did.
So as I labor on the ground,
I’ll see a vision to astound.

In all my moments passing by,
Both joyous times and when I cry,
I must remember in all that’s great,
Some soul does suffer to illustrate.