Discouraged

What do you do when the sky is gray
        When you only want to have your way
                When you know that you should obey
All that God may ask of you?

You think that God is really kind
        And maybe He will not mind
                (Perhaps He is a little blind)
And He knows what you are going through.

So you fail to bow your stubborn head
        It does not matter what He said
                At times like these you wish you were dead
For you are not just feeling kind of blue.

You look in vain for the sun to shine.
        You feel just like some clinging vine
                Thatıs just been ripped from an ancient shrine
So that you seem to be broken too.

If you could find some Gethsemane
        Would you be like the other three
                Or would your eyes so clearly see
What Jesus once went through?

Can you, with Jesus, weeping say
        Although I really want my way
                But if you choose I will obey
And do what Jesus once did do.

As on this road of life we travel
        Whether it be paved or gravel
                We know that we will not unravel
If on our road there are just two.

Just two, just Christ and you alone
        And should you stumble on a stone
                He'll lift you up for you're His own
And together you will make it through.