It was a tree in my head
Covered with gifts
When I looked at it at first,
But as time passes by,
It is a dependable cane to soothe leaning on it
Any pain and tears
On the steep hill of life
That storm and blizzard often rage.
If I am with you I love
Holding the cane of faith firmly,
Even though I fall in the puddle of death suddenly,
As my fountain of courage spurts
Enough to cross it vigorously
Without trembling with fear.
The cane of faith
That I received without any qualification or price
Is your own noble gift
That I can't buy or get
Even for anything on this earth.
Whenever the waves of life rage,
Please let me gaze at Moses
To stretch out the cane of faith powerfully
Crying "Don't be afraid! Stand still
And see what the Lord will do
To save you today."
To the people who bawl out with resentment
In front of the Red Sea that enemy troops run after.