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When feeling down and out one day I humbly bowed and knelt to pray I poured out all my tales of woe On One I knew who'd never go And as I spoke in rev'rent tones A calmness settled in my bones The strength I'd sought to carry on Came swiftly. All my doubts were gone. And so, before I stood again, I thanked my Friend, the Man of men, For helping me, to let me know That He'd be near where'er I go, My Friend can be your best friend too! When you need Him, He'll stand by you, He cares about your every need... In His compassion did he bleed. And if we sometimes fail to see His love, still He will always be There when we once more ask Him in, With open arms He'll pardon sin. It's very sad I must confess That when we are not under stress We turn our thoughts to ways of men... Take Him forgranted once again. But He is patient... always there To share our joy, to case despair, For He knows well the trials we face, He understands the human race. by © Barbara A. Duits 1999 |