TROUBLED WATERS

by:
Albert N. Theel

When I tread on troubled waters
And my faith begins to wane,
With His help I'll rise above it,
He is with me, praise His name.

He will hold my hand in trouble,
He will weep with me in sorrow
And He'll promise that a brighter day
Is in store for me tomorrow.

There is no one I can go to
For the comfort He can give,
He will always be there with me
Till on earth I no more live.

Then He'll gently lift me upwards
Onto His Father's throne,
Where pain and heartaches are behind me
In my eternal home.

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