No, not alone
I face life’s pain
and sore distress.
No, not alone
I seek the succour
of God’s grace.
Yet instant miracles
are not at my command,
though, praying,
they may be
my strong demand.
I come, Lord,
needy, helpless,
with an open hand
to gain the grace
your pain has won.
For all alone -
for human straying
not your own,
under the gaze
of weeping friend
and gloating foe,
under the blaze
of glaring sun
and brazen sky -
you called for help,
but heaven was closed.
Had Father God
let down the Son?
No, not alone!
Even when I think
I miss his face,
he’s pouring
his surpassing grace!