The journey is too long for me,
I cannot make it on my own.
He hears my plea on bended knee.
He says, “My child you're not alone.”
He gently lifts me to my feet;
then side by side we slowly walk.
Then early every day we meet;
hour after hour we sit and talk.
My Lord tells me he'll never leave.
Upon His Word I'll take my stand.
All through my life to Him I'll cleave,
my solid rock, not shifting sand.