GOLD STREAK IN THE GRAY

He is my gold streak in the gray

As I live each passing day,

He holds me though I fail to pray

He knows the hour, He shows the way.

 

He is my gold streak in the gray

When where I sleep is on the hay,

Where I can’t even see the hay

He knows the hour, He shows the way.

 

He is my gold streak in the gray

When I can’t laugh or even play,

When all my words I dare not say

He knows the hour, He shows the way.

 

He is my gold streak in the gray

He is my life, when I last lay

He is my all, He did all pay

He knows the hour, He shows the way.