How oft, at times, I stand alone,
At least it seems that way to me,
And yet I know whate'er the odds
That's not the way it ought to be.
For high above this pale of life,
And close beside my daily walk,
I know of One who's ever nigh
To hear when I to Him talk.
I never need to feel alone
On crowded streets, or desert isle,
For God is there, - true friend who pleads
With loving eyes and a cheery smile.
His ways are not obtrusive ways,
And yet outside our heart's closed gates
He offers all that life can give,
As patiently outside He waits.
~ Harvey M. King
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