Total Dependence on Christ, (Long Meter)
My faith in weak, my knowledge small;
But for Thy grace, O Lord, I fall.
What I should do, that I forget;
What I should not, I do still yet.
Slow to give thanks, quick to complain --
I hate the sun and curse the rain.
When times are hard, then do I faint;
My heart is frail, I start to pant.
I’m falling fast, hope seems to flee;
But still Thy hand is holding me.
You lift me up 'til heaven I see --
Oh, glorious thought! oh, mystery.
The gracious lot that I am thine
Humbles my pride and soothes my mind.
Oh, precious Lord, my God and Friend,
On Thee alone I must depend.
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2 comments:
Is Robert the author?
The greatest honour the Lord bestowed upon his disciples, was when he said, "Ye are my friends..." As Paul wrote, "When I am weak, then am I strong....." This poem demonstrates this very well.
Cheers,
Jim
Yes, brother Jim, I am the author. I hope and pray the poem does truly demonstrate the truth. It records how I feel much of the time.
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