Though He slay me

Yet will I trust in Him

In the emergency rooms of life

Scattered shell casings at the scene of the crime

The death of all hoped and dreamed for

When the dark forces of hell

Amass and array themselves with intimidating force

When hope is as thin as a spider’s thread, but still strong

Even when one can no longer hold on

Believe

This is when it all matters, counts

Those sustaining, comforting words

Though He slay me

Yet will I trust in Him