I Will Follow Poem by Jesse Fast

I will follow Him,
On wings of the morning,
And fly to the utmost sea,
For tis there I can rest and I am blest,
Just to hear His words for me.

I will follow Him,
Up Golgotha's dark hill,
And there will I weep in pain,
Then to see Jesus cry and lastly die,
Will break my sad heart in twain.

I will follow Him,
Like a wandering child,
Who lost his strength for the day,
Yet if I can just see His love for me,
Then His peace will with me stay.

I will follow Him,
Through the damp city streets,
And the mighty rambling throng,
As the cold rain falls and the twilight calls,
By His side I will belong.

I will follow Him,
And reach up to His hand,
As the desert we pass through,
Though the sun burns hot and shelter is sought,
He'll give me a song anew.

I will follow Christ,
For my gaze is now set,
On my home beyond the sky,
I will strive for the right and win this fight,
By His grace I'll live on high.