Sunday Poem ~ He Leadeth Me

Thanks for visiting! If you're new here, you may want to subscribe to my RSS feed using the feedburner link to the right.

In pastures green? Not always; sometimes He

Who knoweth best, in kindess leadeth me

In many ways where heavy shadows be.

Out of the sunshine warm and soft and bright -

Out of the sunshine into the darkest night,

I oft would faint with sorrow and affright,

Only for this - I know He holds my hand;

So whether in the green or desert land

I trust although I may not understand.

And by still waters? No, not always so;

Ofttimes the heavy tempests round me blow,

And o’er my soul the waters and billows go.

But when the storms beat loudest and I cry

Aloud for help, the Master standeth by

And whispers to my soul, “Lo, it is I.”

Above the tempest wild I hear Him say,

“Beyond this darkness lies a perfect day.

In every path of thine I lead the way.”

So whether on the hilltops high and fair

I dwell, or in the sunless valleys where

The shadows lie - what matters? He is there.

So where He leads me, I can safely go,

And in the blest hereafter I shall know

Why, in His wisdom, He hath led me so.

– Rev. John F. Chaplain

Possibly Related posts:

Related posts brought to you by Yet Another Related Posts Plugin.

This Month's Top Commentors