What are these apprehensions that i feel?
Why am i frightened of loneliness if i am not alone?
Proof that i’m not alone is the fact that i yet stand.
For long ago, my strength ran out, yet i stand.
Why do i shiver in the warmth of the sun?
What is this void that tries to edge out my happiness?
Proof that i’m happy is this smile, and the strength that i feel.
And the joy of the Lord is what brings me strength.