A song

My feet they are so sore, and my limbs they are weary;

Long is the way, and the mountains are wild;

Soon will the twilight close the moonless and dreary

Over the path of the poor orphan child.

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Why did they send me so far and so lonely,

Up where the moors spread and gray rocks are piled?

Men are hard-hearted, and kind angels only

Watch o'er the steps of a poor orphan child.

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Yet distant and soft the night breeze is blowing,

Clouds there are none, and clear stars beam mild;

God, in his mercy, protection is showing,

Comfort and hope to the poor orphan child.

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Even should I fall o'er the broken bridge passing,

Or stray in the marshes, by false lights beguiled

Still will my father, with promise and blessing,

Take to his bosom the poor orphan child.

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There is a thought that for strength should avail me,

Though both the shelter and kindred despoiled;

Heaven is a home, and a rest will not fail me;

God is a friend to the poor orphan child.

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I really enjoy the lyrics to this song. I found it while I was reading and decided that it needed to be shared. My favorite are the last three stanzas, but that is obvious. I still really like them. They are how I feel at times. I feel like a lost orphan child, but I find hope in the distance where the clouds are cleared and the stars shine. I know I will get lost and follow false lights and false truth, but god in mercy will take me to his bosom. And in heaven will I reast and God as my friend I will find peace. How then can I despair? How can I lose faith, when my Father guides and loves me? "I cannot, I will not desert to his foes."