By JH Sayyar
When sorrows gather o'er my weary head,
And shadows stretch across my faltering way,
When every hopeful word is left unsaid,
And night seems longer than the light of day
Thy love, a beacon burning strong and clear,
Illumes my soul with warmth and steady grace,
It whispers courage, drives away my all fear,
And paints a smile upon my troubled face
Though trials rise like mounts, steep and wide,
Thy gentle voice becomes my climbing song,
With thee, I find the strength my words had died,
My dear with thee, I feel again that I belong.
For in thy heart, my shelter I have found
Thy love lifts me up when sorrow me drown.
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