The Poetry

Perhaps some future day, Lord,
Thy strong hand
Will lead me to the place
where I must stand
Utterly alone.
Alone, O gracious Lover,
but for Thee,
I shall be satisfied
if I can see
Jesus only.
I do not know Thy plan
for years to come.
My spirit finds in Thee
its perfect home,
Lord, all my desire
is before Thee now;
Lead on – no matter where,
no matter how.
I trust in Thee.


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