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
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