When darkness seems as black as night,
And worries pierce my soul
The Saviour prays and intercedes,
He comes to make me whole.
When trials abound in every sphere,
And burdens weigh me down,
The Saviour takes me in His hand,
His glory is my crown.
When worldly things pull and press,
And Satan steals my joy.
The Saviour holds me in His arms,
His strength is my alloy.
When sin abounds and fear endures,
Temptations lay me low,
The Saviour comes with gentle words.
"Don't fret, I love you so!"
© Carolyn Davison 4th October 2015
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