The hunger doesn’t match the fear
And exhaustion overtakes the soul
And if you look up just right then
You may find a hand to hold.
The things that felt impossible
Will drift away and dissappear
But only in the darkest place
Will you sometimes see Him near.
It’s not that in the best of times
You are all alone to fend
But you yourself cannot see
In happiness around the bend.
So when you cannot take the toll
And every minute is an hour
Look up to the clouded sky
And feel the hand of steady power.