The days seem dark and often bleak.
I find I'm lost and very weak.
My Lord, though, holds on tight.
His Word becomes my light!
When storms come through and shake my life,
and rain pours down and bring more strife,
He calls me then to trust.
No gift of His will rust.
For I don't see what lies ahead.
It's hard to live and doubts to shed.
Then He spreads His peace
to cause such doubts to cease.
He's strong and fierce on my behave.
He lifts me up and carries my staff.
He never lets me down,
and soon I'll wear a crown!
His promises then come back to mind,
and they become my treasure find.
The Lord, He loves me so!
My love for Him must grow.
He's coming back; with Him I'll walk.
To take me home; with Him I'll talk.
The great I Am is He.
My God and friend, I'm free!