TREACLE

           Like walking through treacle
           The desert is tough
           Aimlessly trudging
           Through times that are rough
           You're getting no answers
           To questions of pain
           The absence of sunshine
           Is bringing the rain.

           You're clinging on tightly
           To the hand of your Lord
           Trusting completely
           And bound by a cord
           That can never be broken
           By foul means or fair
           He'll always be with you
           Your problems to share.