When worldly cares beset my fearful soul,
I'll not forget the one who makes me whole.
Through mortal eyes I often cannot see
His outstretched hand that beckons, "Come to me."
When my soul hungers and my spirit thirsts,
I will remember Him who love me first.
His word like manna nourishes me still.
I drink of truth and know I will be filled.
When dark surrounds me and I fail and fall,
send me Thy light. Oh hear my helpless call.
When Satan's arrows pierce my armor thin,
Be Thou my shield, help me the fight to win.
The storm is past, no longer do I fear
As clouds depart I feel Thee Savior near.
My seed of faith I placed in Thee alone,
and Thy great power was once again made known.
With my whole heart I'll lift my voice and sing,
my praise of thanks to Thee, who art my King.
And in thy precious bosom I will hide
my face and in Thy perfect love abide
.© skkingrey
My dear friend wrote this poem.
