A Poem by Wendye Savage

During my trials and sufferings

Most times there was only you;

And only you knew just what

I was really going through.

The road was rough

I could not see my way;

But Lord, you  brought  me out

Into a brighter day.

You lifted me up

Yes, you took my hand;

And I just want to thank you

For being where I am.

Going to praise your name

The best I can;

Thanks for being there

When friends don’t understand

I could be somewhere

Crying in my hands;

Oh Lord, I just want to thank you

For being where I am.