When the pain of sin
Clouds my broken heart
And shuts heaven's light--
Amid this grave's darkness
A pearl does shine:
``Still I am His child!''
When that beautiful vase
Slips from my hands 'n falls,
Cracks 'n breaks and scattered lies--
From its broken pieces
I see emerge a grand design:
``Still I am His child!''
When beneath a broom tree
I in fear and despair lie
And pray for life to die--
I wake to an angel's touch
And eat of heaven-sent food:
``Still I am His child!''
When that urgent mail returns
With unopened seal; my faith trembles
And looks up to see starless nights--
Oh mournful song; death-scented breath,
Challenge me not, touch me not:
``Still I am His child!''
