I’m hanging on to You, Lord, hanging on to You
Clinging for my very life, that’s what I seem to do
Knowing I’ve no virtues, but knowing that I’m Yours
Grasping Your encouragement; fed by every clause.
You tell me, “I am with you.” You whisper, “You are mine”.
You say,” I’ll never leave you.” You are with me all the time
Nothing less I claim, Lord, I need all of You
Cast your shadow over me; all Your power endue.
Absolute obedience, surrender day by day
No other way will show my love, You’ll lead me all the way
Anxiety is such a sin, when You, my precious Lord
Are holding me, without, within, and You will close the doors
If step out on another path than You have planned for me
Then, gently You will guide me back to where You’d have me be
And so it is my need and joy to rest within Your heart
For I’m clinging for my very life, my trust a growing art.
Wyn Barratt Dec 2012.
4 comments:
Trust is the theme of several blogs I am reading today, Wyn. Looks like God is driving the message home that we need to be trusting Him with everything, no matter what. Thanks for sharing your love for God and your gift of writing.
Clinging to Him, a good place to hang Wyn. I wish you a year full of Gods love and trust, that you may experience His love for you like you never did before.
Thanks Pam. It is encouraging to know that I was reading God's thoughts correctly! Happy New Year to you my friend.
Thank you Marja, shall look forward to that!
Every blessing to you for the New Year, my friend!
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