Are you tired and lonely
Does it feel as if you are the only
One who goes through such things
And do you fear what tomorrow brings?
Have you fled or have you strayed
And do you feel your nerves are frayed
By the atrocities of this present place?
Do your hands ever hide your face?
Could it be that you have not
Tasted of glories that you ought
And missed the treasure of His face
Which brings calm, and peace, and grace?
Would you turn and seek Him now
Could your hardened heart and knees bow
Before this great and majestic King
Or to this world would you still cling?