When daily toils and trials increase,
My Lord gives His abiding peace.
When once-dear friends forsake and flee,
I feel His arms enfolding me.
When I feel lost and all alone,
'Tis then His tender love is shown.
When no one's near to hear my cry,
I know my precious Lord is nigh.
Though I sink low in deep despair,
He shows again His constant care.
When no more pain can I endure,
He gives me hope, steadfast and sure.
And as I lift my heart and pray,
I feel His strength anew each day.
He leads and guides each step I take,
And tells me He will not forsake.
And as I read His Word He feeds
My hungry soul, and fills my needs.
He gives me grace, and so much more!
Some day my ransomed soul shall soar,
And In God's loving arms I'll be
Secure for all eternity!
- Betty Jo Mings
