Yes, I must and will pray. What else can I do! What better can I do?
Betrayed, forsaken, grieved, baffled, O my LORD, I will call upon Thee.
My Ziklag is in ashes, and men speak of stoning me; but I encourage my heart in the LORD, who will bear me through this trial as He has borne me through so many others.
Jehovah shall save me; I am sure He will, and I declare my faith.
The LORD and no one else shall save me. I desire no other helper and would not trust in an arm of flesh even if I could.
I will cry to Him evening, and morning, and noon, and I will cry to no one else, for He is all sufficient.
How He will save me I cannot guess; but He will do it, I know.
He will do it in the best and surest way, and He will do it in the largest, truest, and fullest sense.
Out of this trouble and all future troubles the great I AM will bring me as surely as He lives;
And when death comes and all the mysteries of eternity follow thereon, still will this be true: "the LORD shall save me."
This shall be my song all through this autumn day. Is it not as a ripe apple from the tree of life?
I will feed upon it. How sweet it is to my taste!