Though trials come like sifting sands,
I'm resting in my Saviour's hands.
I may not know what lies ahead,
Yet my soul is daily fed.
Barefoot walk on rocky ground,
I shall endure without a sound,
Except a prayer for help and strength,
To do my best in spite of length.
Yet, I know for every test
I conquer self, I'll soon have rest.
No matter what I must endure,
A blessed future will be secure.
It won't be long--He's coming back.
He will supply just what I lack.
Thus, I trust in Him each day,
As I walk this narrow way.
Copyright 2011, Kathryn D. Search
I'm resting in my Saviour's hands.
I may not know what lies ahead,
Yet my soul is daily fed.
Barefoot walk on rocky ground,
I shall endure without a sound,
Except a prayer for help and strength,
To do my best in spite of length.
Yet, I know for every test
I conquer self, I'll soon have rest.
No matter what I must endure,
A blessed future will be secure.
It won't be long--He's coming back.
He will supply just what I lack.
Thus, I trust in Him each day,
As I walk this narrow way.
Copyright 2011, Kathryn D. Search
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