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.
