This road I now find myself upon is not the one I chose,
It’s full of dangerous detours, and soul-jarring potholes,
Sometimes I wonder as I suffer, where is God’s loving hand?
Then there you are, my pillar, holding me up so I can stand.
At times my faith seems weak and on my knees I bow,
I don’t think I knew His love before the way I know it now.
Dear Lord, the sadness and despair make it difficult to stand,
And then you dear sister call and say, I will hold your hand.
Where is the happy life I’d planned, the blessings I expect?
I don’t deserve this burden Lord, You promised to protect.
He heard my cry and sent me sisters, our hearts then made us friends
To feel their love and know they care, my heart begins to mend.
Through pain some things I’ve learned, God’s testing’s not for naught
With Him I can endure and know the outcome His pain bought.
Another thing of which I’m sure - your unselfish love has shown
By reflecting Christ into my life, dear sisters, I know I’m not alone.
