Our End of the Stick

Sometimes, that old road we travel on, sure gets long For miles and miles, think that you can go anymore Old Satan will come along and promise the easy way If you take it, that is where you go wrong In his face, you have to slam that door Then get on your knees and pray In our travels, we are never alone We may feel lonely, even forsaken The Old Devil is sure not the company we need The Good Lord never leaves us on our own Though sometimes we may need a good shaken So it will be Satan that we heed It has been said, "That we all have a cross to bear" And sometimes that is sure a heavy load But you might not know it, help is right there by your side The only request is a simple prayer Removes the barriers and rock from your road But that is for you to decide "God helps those who helps themselves", my mother used to say And we have to show him that we are trying He knows that Satan will always have another trick But don't be afraid to ask him for help when you pray And that you are not just crying Because we all have to carry our end of the stick