If we but knew the price God’s people pay
to keep their steps well planted in the way,
Would we not bow our heads and humbly pray-
Thank God for them.
If we but knew the cost at which they serve
when from the hardest path they do not swerve
such loyal friends are more than we deserve.
Thank God for them
If we but knew the cost at which they give
their sons and daughters so that men may live
the secret tears, the struggle that is hid.
Thank God for them.
If we but knew the cost at which they stay,
the ones whose steps are slow and hair is grey
faithful and true until life’s close of day.
Thank God for them.
~~~ UNKNOWN