Is it only in the heartbreak,
When confusion ‘round me churns,
That I truly seek my Savior’s arms
And my will toward Him turns?
Is it only in the darkness,
When I cannot see my way;
Or when asked of something I do not know
That I think to stop and pray?
Is it only when I feel
The force of evil ‘round me gathered,
That I seek for His protection;
To in His arms be sheltered?
Oh, foolish heart of mine!
How can you call Him your best friend
When it’s only in your trials
That on Him you will depend?
In good times too, you need Him,
Perhaps more desperately;
Since it’s easier to forget to seek
When the way you think you see.
Even when you fail to hear Him,
When by His side you fail to stay,
He will hear you when you cry to Him
And on Him your troubles lay.
But how much better it would be
To earnestly seek His face
As much in the smoother times of life
As in the rougher place!
To seek and to search, to stay by His side,
To share the joy and the sorrow,
The unknowns in His hands, He’ll be at your side
For whatever may come in tomorrow.
