“What can it mean? Is it aught to Him
That the days are long, and the nights are dim?
Can He be touched by the griefs I bear,
Which sadden the heart and whiten the hair?
About His throne are eternal calms,
And strong glad music of happy psalms,
And bliss unruffled by any strife—
How can HE care for my little life?
And yet, I want Him to care for me,
While I live in this world where sorrows be.
When the lights die down from the path I take:
When strength is feeble and friends forsake;
And love and music which once did bless.
Have left me to silence and loneliness,
Then my life song changes to sobbing prayers,
And my heart cries out for a GOD WHO CARES.”