Am I content
To walk with Him
Each and every
Day?
Or are there times
I pull away,
My heart so prone
to stray?
Do I believe that
He can do
exactly what He
Says?
Is my faith real enough
to be held in His arms?
How can I trust?
how can I pray
To One I've never seen?
How can I do whate'er
He bids or go wheree'er
He sends?
My heart is troubled
And full of fear.
But then I hear
Him say,
'I am always with you
each moment of the day'.
So, when fear wells up
so deep in me
that I cannot see
the way.
He bids me 'Come,
And rest a while.'
He hugs my fears away.
So, when I take my eyes
Off Him
And look on things below.
Tis fear that soon will
grip my heart.
No further can I go.
When will I learn
To watch and pray
And stay very close
To Him.
May my life and witness be
all glory unto Him.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem