The Lonely Strand
I walk along the lonely strand
by Albert Wilson
My feet drag slowly in the sand,
The beach and I, may thoughts my own,
My head is full, my mind is stone.
I hear the waves break on the shore,
But I am downcast, tired and sore,
The blackest thoughts are now with me,
Ah! A bright and shining light I see.
Jesus appears and softly says,
'Behold, I am with you always.'
The lonely strand became a haven
When I heard that voice from Heaven.
My step is strong, my heart is light,
My mind is clear, my eye is bright,
My head lifts up in joy and praise,
As I step forward, onward, in a haze.
No longer lonely on the strand,
'Cause He is there by my right hand.