I waited patiently

        for the LORD,

He inclined to me

   and heard my cry.

He drew me up

   from the desolate pit,

          out of the miry bog,

and set my feet upon a rock,

making my feet secure.

He put a new song in my mouth,

a song of praise to our God.

Many will see and fear,

and put their trust

            in the LORD.

                  Psalm 40. 1-3

(God never intended for us

       to dwell in the miry pit,

but to seek Him through it.

The adversary says, 

          "You are stuck forever."

God says,

     "Follow Me."

He gives you a new song

  not dependent on circumstances,

but abiding in Him.)