Not all our of causes are lost;
Not all that are lost are beyond recovery.
Not all who stumble will stay down;
Not all who rebel have hard hearts.
Not all who loom over fire are yet burned;
Not all doubt is unbelief.
Not all who believe will stand firm;
Not every cloud brings rain.
Not every shepherd feeds others;
Not every autumn tree bears fruit.
Not every star brings bright light;
Not all who are shown mercy will believe.
But you: come to Him
Who can keep you from falling,
Who is in all of this your one guarantee.
All your lost causes and all your dead deeds:
Bring all to Him, who stands before all
Ages and seasons, lost causes and fires.
The Consolations of Writing 