When the world grows black and you’re all alone,

Just gaze upon the King at his throne.

Whatever shall you ask of him,

He shall give reply.

Never will he forsake you,

Nor he pass you by.

We must grow our comfort of

The things which are unknown.

If you pray then never say

That all you do is groan.

A grandma’s tear is all we need

To go out and begin to feed

Our sheep which long for deeper love,

For what is Him, our King above.

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