In the midst of the raging storm; Therein lies a glimpse of glory; You wonder how you're going to get through, Just hold on to the Hand of Glory! Wandering or stumbling through the night, Amongst the blocks though denying it's certainty, But you are aware of your time worth- Isn't in the trials you face by firelight! Yet by the intricate mercies of God, We have overcome the distant howling and screams, Of a life descended down to Hades; It was never your portion to go that way in the first instance, But due to the negotiation of the human soul; You will end up in the abyss, The dark abyss of eternal destruction! REPENT!!! For the hour has come and the Glory of God has emerged, Lest you find yourself in the throes of darkness and eternal suffering! Poem written by Ewoma.