Classic Poem

Do your days seem long, your pleasures few;
You have more griefs than your neighbors do;
The skies always cloudy, and never blue?
Friend, go to God; He cares for you.

Your every task, they seem so long;
You try to do right, but it turns out wrong;
There's never room in your heart for a song,
Friend, go to Jesus; His arm is strong.

You smile as you start a brand-new day;
But after awhile the smile goes away;
Everything goes, but the grief seems to stay.
Friend, go to God, when you feel that way.

You start off the day so happy and free;
But way in the distance more trouble you see,
So back to your state of perplexity flee;
But Jesus has said, " Come unto me! "

There's only one way to lose all that care;
To go through the day with a song in the air,
Slip down on your knees, in a moment of prayer,
Wherever you meet Him, He's waiting there.