The Visitors

Depression came to visit me,
The door I opened up to see,
Which then he sat and stayed a while,
My bed I laid to hear his guile.

His friend showed up to join the fun,
Anxiety, the cunning one,
Who told me just to give up hope,
To which I panicked, sobbed and moped.

Just when I could take no more,
I earnestly cried out to the Lord,
Which He then came and kicked them out,
With power of one mighty shout.