It reminds me of a short poem I read recently:

There is a smile on my face which tells a story,
Of Christ’s dear love and his saving glory,
For oft in times of deepest fear,
I found him ever so near.
And when I felt pushed to the edge,
He was there to be the ledge,
Where I could climb on to for sweet relief,
And there He would remove all my grief,
And though I still tremble when looking at the climb to endure,
Nothing can move the renewed resolve in me, for this I am sure.
No my battles have not disappeared without a trace,
But yet because of His love I’ll fight on with a smile on my face.
- Author Unknown