MY HELP THAT COMES FROM ABOVE

Whenever I`m down

 I look up

Whenever I`m filled with hatred

I think of love

Whenever I hear Satan`s whisper

I sing God`s song

Whenever I fall

I quickly get up

He fell, not just once nor twice

But thrice

And got up

So why should I stay down

When I fall once?

No, I must get up

And look up!