My soul was very torn from the storm
That blew my way.
Then I doubted my Salvation;
Felt that God had turned away.
I could not pray or look above it.
I could not stop the tears at all.
I couldn't get beyond the heartache
And did not hear my Savior call.
I thought that no one cared about it
So I carried it alone.
But step by step my Jesus showed me
That I was never on my own.
Then I gave it all to Jesus;
Told Him I could take no more. . .
And I'll stand upon His promise
Until I reach that Golden Shore.
All my trials will be over
And I'll rest forevermore.
Then my soul will be with Jesus
I won't worry any more.
Ann Hart © June 29, 2000
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