There are some times as I walk through life
When the sky is menacing and dark;
No longer can I see the sun and skies of blue,
For the clouds are turbulent and stark.
It’s in those times that I feel my faith
Start growing oh so weak;
It once was strong, and vibrant too,
But now so small and bleak.
I try to bolster up my strength
And grit my teeth and all;
But, it seems like “whistling in the dark”,
When I feel I’m just about to fall.
I look for others to come help me,
To render to me great aid;
But they’re either too busy or just don’t care,
Leaving me alone...and oh so afraid.
But, just when I feel that all hope is gone
And, I don’t know what I’ll do,
I feel the touch of the Master’s Hand,
And hear His words, “I’ll walk with you.”
How firm is His Hand, so scarred by nails,
So tender...yet, so strong;
Somehow it gives me confidence
When it seems that everything has gone wrong.
How lovingly He holds my hand,
As we walk along the way;
He gives me hope that all is well
As I face another new day.
Even though at times my faith is small,
And my strength is awfully weak;
I need only whisper, “Lord, hold my hand,
For You’re the only One I seek.”
Before I can finish, I feel the grasp
Of His Hand so firmly on mine,
And I know that today will be a beautiful one
Where I can leave my fears and worries behind.
by Tom Smith
