He is my help

I lift up my eyes to the mountains— where does my help come from? My help comes from the LORD, the Maker of heaven and earth.
Psalm 121:1-2 

Inspired by Psalm 121:1-2, I decided to create a poem:

When I am troubled or in need
I find myself in a dark room
Without any strength, oh how my soul fears!
I long to get up, but realized that I can't
For my strength is limited
I search, and I try to seek help
I cried out in desperation
Not long after a bright spark filled the whole room
Brightening every corner and making me feel at peace
And I heard an assuring voice from above:
O precious child, I am with you always
Remember, you are not alone...

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