Oh, Lord, Help!

Poet: Greta Zwaan, © 2009

I cannot go through this alone,

My strength is all but gone;

I walk a long, dark, lonely road,

I cannot carry on.

I stretch my hand out to You, Lord,

This burden is too great,

Will You not walk this vale with me?

In my poor, weakened state?

Will You not put Your hand in mine

And drive away my fear?

And give me peace within my heart,

That I may feel You near?

I trust You Lord, You know I do,

You know my inner thought,

But sometimes when the darkness falls

My soul is anguish wrought.

Hold me close when I feel lost,

Give me faith to know

That every trial that I go through

Is where You too will go.

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