We walked alone in the forest
Little Danny and I,
And the thunder crashed above us,
And the stormclouds hid the sky;
The lightning was wild and angry,
The wind gusts fierce and strong,
The trees bowed and shook around us
As we hurried our steps along.
I saw by the lightning flashes
That his face was frightened and white,
And his eyes were wide with wonder
At the terror of the night;
The owl called out in the darkness,
The crows sulked away in the pine,
I felt Danny’s little hand tremble
As I held it close in mine.
“Are you afraid?” I asked him,
“And are you going to cry?”
But the little fellow answered,
“I’ll never cry, not I”;
He drew back his little shoulders,
Bravely did he stand,
He said, “I’m afraid of nothing
So long as you hold my hand.”
I thrilled at his childish trusting
And I thought of the path I tread;
How the specters rise around me
And the clouds are black o’erhead;
How the shadows lie so thickly
That the path I cannot see;
And I longed for a hand to hold to
As Danny held to me.
Then I thought of my Heavenly Father,
I thought of His watchful care;
That when I need Him by me
I always find him there;
And I softly said, “Dear Father
When the storms are raging wild,
Let me cling to Thy hand more closely
With the faith of a little child.”
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