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"What can it mean? Is it nothing to Him,
That the nights are long and the days are dim?
Can He be touched by the griefs I bear,
Which sadden the heart and whiten the hair?
About His throne are eternal calms,
And the strong, glad music of many Psalms,
And bliss unbaffled by any strife;
How can He care for my little life?
And yet I want Him to care for me
While I live in this world where the sorrows be,
When the lights die down from the path I take,
When strength is feeble and friends forsake,
When love and music that once did bless,
Have left me to silence and loneliness,
And my life song changes to sobbing prayers,
Then my spirit cries out for a God who cares.
When shadows hang over the whole day long,
When my spirit is bowed with shame and wrong;
When I am not good and the deeper shade
Of a conscious sin makes my heart afraid,
And the busy world has too much to do
To slow its course to help me through,
And I long for a Savior - can it be
That the God of the universe cares for me?
Oh wonderful story of deathless love!
Each child is dear to the heart above;
He fights for me when I cannot fight,
He comforts me in the gloom of night,
He lifts the burden for He is strong
He stills the sigh and awakens the song;
The sorrows that bowed me down He bears,
He loves and pardons, because He cares.
Let all who are sad take heart again,
We are not alone in our hours of pain;
Our Father stoops from His throne above
To soothe and to quiet us with His love,
He leaves us not when the storm is high,
And we have safety, for He is nigh.
Can it be trouble, which He will share;
Oh, rest in peace, for the Lord does care."
-adapted, author unknown
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