Storms Of Life

Life was difficult in the old days Hardship was a daily word For water running from the tap Was a convenience never heard Folks were poor, really poor Dirt poor was a term often used From sun up till sun down Where help was never refused There wasn’t much help around For neighbors had enough To manage their own daily lives With hands over-used and tough By the time the farm was worked And they had their animals to feed Nearly too tired to sleep at night They had a lot of emotional needs So they were never too weary Day or night to bow their heads They knew that God was their Savior They prayed to Him from their beds “Oh Lord, please keep me strong Physically and mentally too I try to do the best I can each day I turn my life right over to you” And that was all they could do As the brilliant sun would set For of all the friends you can find God is the best friend you can get!