I am foolish, I am weak,
In my need Your strength I seek.
Nothing can my wisdom teach—
No height can my strivings reach.
And yet You choose me, Lord, to bear Your name,
You choose me, Lord, to walk by faith,
In victory You crown my days,
You choose me, Lord, to give You praise.
Why You’d save me, I can’t see;
Your great love’s a mystery.
Death forever is my due—
Yet I’m given life with You!
Psalm 86:4 “Rejoice the soul of thy servant: for unto thee, O Lord, do I lift up my soul.”
This gives me a picture of a little child reaching up to someone she trusts, either with some grievance to make better or some joy to share. We aren’t usually as smart as that child— Continue reading “Like a Little Child”
Because thou hast the power and own’st the grace
To look through and behind this mask of me
(Against which years have beat thus blanchingly
With their rains), and behold my soul’s true face,
The dim and weary witness of life’s race,—
Because thou hast the faith and love to see,
Through that same soul’s distracting lethargy,
The patient angel waiting for a place
In the new Heavens,–because nor sin nor woe,
Nor God’s infliction, nor death’s neighbourhood,
Nor all which others viewing, turn to go,
Nor all which makes me tired of all, self-viewed,–
Nothing repels thee,…Dearest, teach me so
To pour out gratitude, as thou dost, good! Continue reading “He Loves Me Like That”
What makes you see the globe a ball
To bounce, the sky not half as tall,
Each cloud a game, each smile a joy,
And every living thing a toy? Continue reading “What Makes You”