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.