Spring forth tender!

In times of darkness, when all the clouds loom and block all light,
When the deep dampness disdain, dissatisfaction overwhelms you,
When your best efforts meet with a dry hard wall,
When you moon decides to hide from you with all its little stars,
When the sailor in you can’t decide which way to go,
Seek the Lord, Seek your father, seek your creator,
For he will bring light upon your head, clarity to your mind,
Blessing to your troubled times,
Happiness to your sorrow, warmth to your body,
He will feed you the best of things,
Admonish your enemies, cast away the demons,
Calm the seas, bring wind to your sails,
When you look on to him, seek his guidance,
He will command his angels to clear your path to
To satisfy the desolate and waste ground;
And to cause the bud of the tender herb to spring forth.