Writers 
After a long walk,
And my heart is weak from pain,
In a quiet place on the road,
And my tears are like the rain,
I recall there are hands
That will never make me fall;
Hands that hold me through the darkness,
Hands that will respond to my call.
When I don't have the courage
To live another day,
If things get too tough,
And my strength has slipped away,
You remind me I'm never
Stumbling through this existence without others;
For those whose hands carried others
Are still bringing me home.
You have been my support in my weaknesses,
You have taken me from the fear of death,
You've been a part of my path
When I thought there was nobody around.
The words go through the valleys and the mountains,The words pass through the valleys and the mountains,
With smiles and the tears,
With Your loving hands You have guided me.
Over the course of the years.
So I will rest in Your care tomorrow,
I will not be overcome.
Whatever dark clouds may gather about me,
I know that I get strength from God.
When I am not able to walk myself,
Sometimes, when the road ahead is too rough,
I will lie down in Your hands,
For Your hands will make me strong.