Children of the Heavenly Fold
What comfort to take our burdened souls
And come before the living God,
For He can lessen every care
And dissipate the darkest cloud.
He's God, and He's all powerful;
He's there to meet our every need.
He stops the stormy winds that blow
And calms the raging waves at sea.
So, when life's cares and burdens press,
Let's come in prayer and bare our souls.
He'll welcome us with outstretched arms . . .
His children of the heavenly fold.
by Loise Pinkerton Fritz