We bear the scars of troubles past
Where sadness is the rope that is cast
Threatening to let the darkness last
While regrets and pain moves in quite fast
But we know that we can trust
Jesus Christ who died for us
The Balm of Gilead who comfort us
And heals the broken because He is just
So, why do stumble as if you are lost?
Without a rudder and you are tossed
Like a wanderer whose faith is crushed
And you are feeling as cold as frost
MARYANN BOSAH 