Edmund SpenserAye me, how many perils do enfold The righteous man, to make him daily fall? Were not, that heavenly grace doth him uphold, And steadfast truth acquite him out of all.
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“Aye me, how many perils do enfoldThe righteous man, to make him daily fall?Were not, that heavenly grace doth him uphold,And steadfast truth acquite him out of all.” This poem is about the power of hope. Jesus gave us the strength to overcome all our troubles and trials. Hope can be something inner or it can be something you’re told by others. We all have the potential to be saved from the world but some people are just never given that chance. It doesn’t matter what had happened to them they are just left to drown in their troubles until they are completely broken.
Source: Fierce Wars And Faithful Loves
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