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I was sick, sad and lonely, I had cried the whole day through,
Night was closing in upon me, and I knew not what to do.
Fear and pain were my tormentors, I thought there was no
escape,
As I climbed into my bed, I cried, to God, my soul to take.
As I lay there in the darkness, with more pain, than I could bear,
I felt the brush of, angel wings, as she dried my flowing tears.
God, had sent her here to help me, so I would not be alone,
Peace crept in, and then I knew, that my God, was in control.
My fears, were then forgotten, and my pain was all but gone,
Now, I praise my loving Father, who leads me gently on.
And I know what e're befall me, I will never be alone,
For, my God, is walking with me, and He'll lead me safely home.
Jeannette E. Smith September 05, 2002 |
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