The Way is so Stormy

The Way is so Stormy
At times the way is so stormy,I cannot see my way.Just darkness and debris before me,And everything seems to betray.I stumble along in the darkness,There’s trouble I don’t understand.It is then I ask my Savior,Please give me a helping hand.
At times I am weary and careless,Resentful and doubtful of fateDiscouraged at life and its trials,What is wrong, and right, I debate.I must summon up all my courage,The righteousness in me to command.It is then I ask my Savior,Please giv...