Its so strange, Does it at times,
To bathe in light, and live the life.
Especially when the shadows fall,
And scarce it seems for help to call.
The valleys are not only deep,
They seem to grab, entwine our feet.
We stumble and bumble and even collapse,
Beneath the weight, the darkened sack.
But in the wake, of ebb tide lows,
Rides the God, for His He knows.
To cast the line and tow us near,
To him that has the heart felt ear.
Who hears us call,
When shadows fall. |
