“Unto Myself,” He said.

From Streams In The Desert…

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Fearing to launch on “full surrender’s” tide, 

I asked the Lord where would its waters glide 

My little bark, “To troubled seas I dread?”

“Unto Myself,” He said.

*

Weeping beside an open grave I stood, 

In bitterness of soul I cried to God: 

“Where leads this path of sorrow that I tread?” 

“Unto Myself,” He said.

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Striving for souls, I loved the work too well; 

Then disappointments came; I could not tell 

The reason, till He said, “I am thine all; 

Unto Myself I call.”

*

Watching my heroes—those I loved the best—

I saw them fail; they could not stand the test, 

Even by this the Lord, through tears not few, 

Unto Himself me drew.

*

Unto Himself! No earthly tongue can tell 

The bliss I find, since in His heart I dwell; 

The things that charmed me once seem all as naught; 

Unto Himself I’m brought.”

About Cathy

I am a born again Christian, saved in 1988 at the age of 38. My mother was born again in her old age, in her 80's. Her name is Giannina which means "God is gracious."
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