Life Beyond the Mist

I strained to look but could not see
Beyond the mist ahead,
Help! was my solemn plea
My fear I'd end up dead !
 
Lift up the cloud, I called on high
And let me see the way,
Fear says I am too young to die
So help me now, I pray.
 
You don't inquire wisely,
Came the still small voice of God,
To clear the way for you to see
And travel your own road.
 
Put your hand in My hand
And let Me lead the way,
With all your soul on Me depend
And trust Me all the way.
 
So I put my hand in His hand
A happier man was I,
For now I travel this great land
His light to lead me by.