The road I''ve never tread before, is mine - at such a time!
I can illume a scanty dozen feet;
I cannot tell, along the way I travel
If friend or enemy it is I meet.
But, there is warmth within my hand. My Savior
Holds fast, His fingers twined within my own.
So, even if on broken path I stumble,
I know He''ll never ever let me go alone!
I walk with Him, Who knows my failures,
And, even though I cannot see His face,
I'd rather have His hand in mine, in darkness,
Than go alone in some fair brighter place.
I trust Him in the deepest darkest valley
And, if the sun shines on us, brighter day.
I'll trust Him then ~ it will not be a problem
Since we, in darkness, tread a safe sure way!
Written by Joan Clifton Costner
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