Then met a man who had no feet.
Alone, abandoned, on the street,
A veteran of a forgotten war.
I weep and moan, thinking worse,
In darkness my soul feels the curse.
Yet if I pause, and just remember,
How blessed my God has been.
When darkness threatens, and depression,
When joy seems but a memory.
Be still, my soul, for this impression,
He died for us on Calvary.
He rose again, and to set us free.
He has promised now and eternity.
No sin nor death has hold on me,
My Lord, My God, My All!