Whenever crushing be my cares,
I take God's loving hand;
Who walks beside me day by day
And fully understands.
For His dear hand, which strengthening
Be, is always kept in mine;
Because He's won my contrite heart
And truly is He mine!
The love of God, who is my forte,
Means more to me each day;
And just because He's always near,
He hears me when I pray!
So sweet this fellowship with God,
That I can scarce explain;
Just what it means to me, His child,
Because His grace I've gained!
So even when the skies are dark
And sunlight I can't see;
I still can see God's loving face,
Who is the whole of me.
-Sancie Earman King
