And, verily, I say to thee, My Child,
Give soul to rest upon thy wearied knee;
Tis when the clouds loom dark and ocean’s wild
You’re tossed about on Life’s high roiling sea.
If callused of thy heart, ye’d most need Me,
It’s ne’er that should ye walk with want to pray,
For I am timeless and the cost of prayer is free,
And I am here in dark of night or day.
But come to me so humbled in the way
Small children seek the Father’s lap, warm smile,
And reassurance all will be okay;
Seek comfort in thy Father’s love awhile.
Thus share your worst, but Child, your God’s desire
Be both the good and bad, the calm or ire.