When the wind blows cold on your rugged track;

When the road’s uphill and you can’t turn back;

      When there's no escape from your awful plight

      And the end of the road seems out of sight -

 

When pain and endurance seem daily words

And peace and contentment take off like birds;

      When the soul within seeks a place to rest

      And a pain-free day is your daily quest -

 

Put your hand into God’s is what I advise.

He knows your problems and hears your cries.

     He’ll lead you through this world of storms

     To your haven of rest, secure and warm.

 

 

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