Into the night that follows me
In silence plight, I cannot see,
My soul is bowed crying aloud
O Lord! Cover me with Thy shroud
In the midst of circumstance
Faith in God is not by chance,
And though I see no opened gate
Unbowed I am, in my faith
I thank my God for loving me so
He is my shelter from every foe,
He is the Master of my soul
And yes, He shall make me whole
In life’s unspeakable dismay
I see His light in every ray,
For in the dawn the sun will rise
And, unto me, His blessing, multiplies…
© April 17, 2011 by Sheriff G Ali
Whether in every day hope or last resort desperation there comes a time when all men turn to God.
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