A Poem By Henry W.Frost

One of My Favorite Poems!

I walk alone, and am sore afraid;
My way is dark, my path with thorns o'er laid;
Draw near me, Lord, and take my trembling hand
and make me brave to join thy pilgrim band.

Thou hast a band that fears not dark nor death,
Which suffers agony at every breath,
Yet sings with joy e'en in the midst of pain,
With whom the greatest loss is greatest gain.

Who would not walk with such a company?
Who would not sing with such an ecstasy?
Did I say lone and fear? God forgive
and teach me, e'en through sorrow, how to live.

Life is not Life which knows no shrinking fears;
Life is not Life which sheds no bitter tears.
This is true life when, through dark suffering,
One learns from Christ and men brave conquering.

Then lead me on thou martyr-host of God!
Then lead me on, O Christ to thine abode;
There with thy holy ones I shall find rest.
And learn that death, in life, was God's great best.

Fear not, God is watching over you!

Midi "Morning Light" is used with permission,
and is copyrighted 2000.
Composer "Bruce DeBore"
Here is a link to go back to his wonderful music
http://www.geocities.com/Vienna/7189/page1.html
BRUCE DeBORE