Though my path lead through the roses,
Where thorns may pierce me sore:
When stark anguish round me poses-
I can’t take one step more…
Then my Jesus comes beside me,
Midst shades of gath’ring night,
“My dear child, I walk beside thee,
Upon thy path shed light!
Though sharp thorns may hem thy pathway,
And trials bring great pain-
Though the storm clouds make a dark day,
Sufficient grace doth rain.
For the rainbow of My promise
Above thee, child, I raise,
And will span each darkened abyss,
As grace crowns all thy ways!
Look, My child, beyond the thorned trail
To roses fair and bright-
Look beyond the shades of dark vale,
To sunshine of My light!
For midst thorns, there’s blooming
fragrance
Of beauty, grace and love;
Through the valley’s painful entrance,
My hand guides from above!
My dear child, I’ll not forsake thee,
Though thorns may pierce thy feet,
Thy eternal best your Lord sees-