Worried About Falling? [As So Many Of Us Are!]

The clouds hang heavy around my way, I cannot see;
But through the darkness I believe God leadeth me.
It is sweet to keep my hand in His while all is dim;
To close my weary, aching eyes, and follow Him.
Through many a thorny path He leads my tired feet;
Through many a path of tears I go, but it is sweet.
To know that He is close to me, my God, my Guide;
He leadeth me, and so I walk quite satisfied.
To my blind eyes He may reveal no light at all,
But while I lean on His strong arm, I cannot fall.