Threat'ning fears disturb my rest
This frail vessel will not make it
Trying hard to do my best!
Loneliness is my companion
No one seems to understand
Even friends show disappointment
When I fail to take their hand.
Death has left me tears and sorrow
Only echoes can be heard
For the touch that once embraced me
Has flown skyward like a bird!
Is there balm for wounded soldier's
That can mend a troubled heart
Can the Great Physician heal me
So I do not fall apart?
Joy breaks forth in glad surrender
Jesus walks amidst the storm!
Gently He will bear your burden
Trust Him now, no longer mourn.
B. Pent
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