These Times
These times grow ever harder,
And I feel the pain of a hundred nations.
Would you but hold my hand Lord,
So we could recall our stations.
The road grows ever stranger,
My trail is over grown ever longer.
Would you but hold my hand Lord,
I know that I would grow stronger.
These times grow ever crueler,
There seems no peace in sight.
Bless us your eternal children,
And pray lead us in your light.
Grow Harder