What
went with the happy days,
When
I was young and carefree?
Life
now is shrouded in haze:
Please
help me I cannot see…
Confused,
I seek direction,
Not
knowing which way to turn;
Alone,
I need protection:
To
youth I long to return.
What
went with the happy days,
When
I was young and carefree?
Life
now is shrouded in haze:
Please
help me I cannot see…
What
makes a man feel this way,
So
foolish and immature?
I’ve
tried to trust and obey,
My
steps I’ve sought to make sure.
What
went with the happy days,
When
I was young and carefree?
Life
now is shrouded in haze:
Please
help me I cannot see…
The
sinful seem to do well
Despite
the sin they commit,
They
know the way to miss hell:
They
simply will not walk it.
What
went with the happy days,
When
I was young and carefree?
Life
now is shrouded in haze:
Please
help me I cannot see…
The
good are tossed to and fro
In
life’s sea they grope and feel…
They
find no comfort below,
There’s
no one their wounds to heal.
What
went with the happy days,
When
I was young and carefree?
Life
now is shrouded in haze:
Please
help me I cannot see…
I
need a friend to lead me
I
need a heavenly light;
Is
there no one to feed me?
O!
Help me do what is right!
What
went with the happy days,
When
I was young and carefree?
Life
now is shrouded in haze:
Please
help me I cannot see…
O!
Give me an answer, please…
Please
comfort my broken heart;
Is
there none to bring me ease?
Stay
near, and never depart…
What
went with the happy days,
When
I was young and carefree?
Life
now is shrouded in haze:
Please
help me I cannot see…
How
I now long for a friend,
Who’ll
always be there for me.
This
only my heart will mend…
This
only will set me free.
What
went with the happy days,
When
I was young and carefree?
Life
now is shrouded in haze:
Please
help me I cannot see…
We
all face tribulation,
Trouble’s
common to all men;
Ev’ryone
needs salvation:
For
all must contend with sin.
What
went with the happy days,
When
I was young and carefree?
Life
now is shrouded in haze:
Please
help me I cannot see…
In
Heav’n I’ll find happy days,
There
I’ll be young and carefree;
Loves’
banner at last He’ll raise:
And
there I’ll finally see!
H.
L. Gradowith
09-05-01