97 Like one shunned, in dire, lonely plight. Or as a soul, by sharp betrayal stabbed, Nearing death’s door, relentlessly grabbed. In shadows of mistrust, my heart did weep, For a friendship so pure, now plunged in the deep. My thoughts I turned, inside and out, in plight, To fathom why this shadow veils the light. Can cunning ploys ever fear’s grip unbind? What other haven or fortress might I find? If not in thee, where protection’s grace is lent, Where else to turn, when every path is spent? All other claimed refuges, fortresses of lore, Have crumbled, failed, can shield my heart no more. In thee alone, my trust, my hope’s bastion stands, For only in thy care, fear loosens its bands.
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