In doing some house painting, months after my death, hubby had to move a desk. He found my secret stash of papers, this among them:
“A Little Bit More” By Darla L. Dobbs Franklin, PA.
So dark, so deep -- not sure I can keep up the fight It's been so long I'm forgetting the light Seems so impossible, the walls are steep Thoughts of hopelessness are all I keep. I resign to give up -- there's nothing in store I hear a fiat whisper -- "Just a little bit More." With barely the strength to move My fingers slide and find a groove With all I have left I find a foot hold But the voice of despair screams out so bold I look ahead - it seems so high Hopelessness taunts, "You're a fool to try". I resign to give up -- there's nothing in store I hear a faint whisper -- "Just a little bit more." I look once more, I find a rope "A thought enters in -- maybe there's hope My strength is renewed As the victory is pursued. Now the battle starts to rage Will I find freedom or stay locked in a cage? I consider going back As I remember all I lack. Fear rises up like a raging storm I'm paralyzed -- unable to perform. I resign to give up -- There's nothing in store I hear a faint whisper -- "Just a little bit more." No strength left, my muscles are sore My eyes are heavy but I look once more A hand of compassion reaches out Hope take the place of fear and doubt. I pull strength from inside and reach for the hand Now I'm entering into uncharted land. Should I, could I dare to trust From all that's behind I realize I must. A scary adventure, oh what a trip A storm crashes in our hands start to slip. I resign to give up -- there's nothing in store I hear a faint whisper -- "Just a little bit more." I try once more I look around I begin to hear a startling sound. I hear encouragers all in one voice Letting me know I have a choice. I make a decision once and for all I'm going to make it up and over the wall. The storms come and go I strive and continue to grow. The celebration stats Deep down in my heart. I know I can face all that's in store As long as I give it "a little bit more".
When you are down and depressed think of me, Karen, and give it “Just a little bit More”…