Comfort, comfort me Lord Jesus,
Comfort me in my distress
Wake me from this night of slumber
To Your light of peace and rest.
Never from me take Thy spirit
Though I walk away from Thee,
Restore within me Thy salvation,
Open Thou my eyes to see.
When I falter to believe
That Thy grace is all-sufficient,
Humble, teach me I implore
To know by faith what life is for.
When in sickness, shame or sorrow
Bind my wounds with Your embrace,
Fill my soul with consolation,
Promises from Your redemptive grace.
Then O Lord may I find Thee
When tomorrow comes my way?
Ever present Rock to stand on
May I always before You stay.
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Reads like a Psalm from the Bible. A lovely, well crafted piece of poetry penned with spiritual insight. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.