Tuesday, June 19, 2012

He Knoweth Best






By Jennifer Rene Daniel

Storms gather, skies darken
Hopes light grows dim
Timid, I step ahead
Leaning on Him

Tender His voice whispers
Sweet in my ear
'Dear sinking child of mine
Hark I am here'

Weary and woe begone
Everything lost
Resting, refreshed in Him
He bears the cost

Weak, fragile, spent-serene
When storms at rest
Slowly I comprehend
He knoweth best




2 comments:

If you have gone a little way ahead, O friend, call back --
Twill cheer my heart and help my feet along the stony track.

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