Everybody's leaving, the world is in dismay.
Still I am a'cleaving to this Bible, to this Way.
Friends bid me farewell as I continue down this road.
Sometimes as I watch them pass, I feel this heavy load--
Load of sadness, load of angst
I know, I should be giving thanks.
It's so hard to bear this load, to walk this road.
Like that man of constant sorrow,
I wonder if that bright tomorrow
Will ever come, will ever be.
Yes, God said it, and I believe.
I wrote this when someone left church a few years ago.
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