Weak and Forlorn

Oh Lord, when trouble
Comes by day,
Please show me only
Your holy way.

Let me not stumble,
Trip, or fall,
But give me Yourself,
Hand and all,

That I may see
My way through,
To lay my head
On the breast of You.

When I have grown weary,
Weak, forlorn,
Let me know You will help
Me weather the storm.


Copyright 2008 by Brenda LaVelle

Always, in all ways, to God the honor and glory!