Sometimes, when life is harsh and difficult And there is pain and tears
When I'm blind and lost because the light shines no more
There is this awesome sound from God
That tells me 'never mind'
When in the firm clutch of circumstance, I wince and cry
And the tyrants' paws are cruel upon my brows
When these feeble legs give way and I falter
God slips a strong arm 'round
And whispers 'never mind'
In the vast bivouac of life
There, I'm lone and weak and frightened
Though the brook runs dry and the raven cease to fly
Though the oven bakes no bread and the pitcher holds no wine
I've good caurage and strength to live
When God whispers 'never mind, my love is there still'
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