And a poem from July

Help, O Lord
7/27/07

In desperation, my cry goes up,
“My feet know not their way.
My heart is weak; my soul unsure;
O Lord, light up my way.”

In resolution, I seek His face,
“Thy hand I would grasp tight;
Yet if I slip, or if I faint,
O Lord, still hold me nigh.”

In calm assurance, I plead His truth,
“Thy promises are sure;
I will but cling and walk by faith.
O Lord, fulfill Thy Word.”

- MCC