To walk beside me on the days when the sun is shining bright,
when everything falls into place and all is really, just right.
Is a blessing and I love the company along the way.
But what about when storms appear and life's in disarray.
will you venture round the puddles and sometimes ruin your shoes?
will you hold me close and pray or is comfort what you will choose?
What darkened alley will I enter and who will hold my hand?
What friend will be there stead fast?
Under whose umbrella will I stand?