In troubled times of wars and rapes and suicides,
I seek relief from God in whom my soul abides---
As only God can comfort those who suffer now.
Pure prayer and meditation work, I know not how;
They are my certitude and, for my life, my guides.

I cry out to the Lord in whom my soul confides;
For God has stilled my mind when tides of fear collide
With faith and hope and love, while through my life I plow
                         In troubled times.

I look upon the hills and vales of grand respite.
In guidance from the Lord my psyche takes delight;
For rest within my soul the Lord my God allows.
Serenity and sustenance the Lord endows.
Eventually all events will be made right
                        In troubled times.