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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