Broken Hearted

My heart is broken today. It wasn’t supposed to happen this way. It should’ve been a beautiful thing filled with blessings and good memories. It should have been tears of joy. Instead it’s broken hearts, and brokenness and finding your way to the only one I know that can heal brokenness.

We can’t go back and change this. Just as a child I can’t change what happened to me, I can only seek healing and peace in the midst of this all. I can pray, yes prayer .. seeking God’s face and looking to him.

So many do not see value in their life. I’m guilty of this. I see so much pain and sorrow and I get sidetracked with the pain that seeks to keep me in this place. We live daily with this brokenness.

Your word says you heal the broken hearted. You bind up their wounds. Lord today I’m broken hearted and Lord the wounds are deep. My heart hurts. My head hurts. I’m on the verge of losing it.

I can’t change this though. I can only breathe and trust you to move me forward and to find your peace when I can’t be at peace. Lord I need you. I need you every hour. I need your healing waters to flood my soul. To keep me from being thrown about.

Yes though I walk through the shadow of death... your the one who walks with me. Keeping me. Drawing me to you. Reminding me of you. Of your gentleness and peace. Of your heart. Of the scriptures I know. Of your word memorized.

Lord - I want to be in your arms. I want your peace. Lord I need your comfort in this storm. Help me to rely on you. Remind me of your gentleness and of the Hope that lies within me because I believe.

Oh Lord You’re Beautiful
By Keith Green
Oh Lord, you're beautiful,
Your face is all I see,
For when your eyes are on this child,
Your grace abounds to me

Oh Lord, you're beautiful,
Your face is all I see,
For when your eyes are on this child
Your grace abounds to me

I want to take your word and shine it all around
But first help me to just, live it Lord
And when I'm doing well, help me to never seek a crown
For my reward is giving glory to you

Oh Lord, please light the fire
That once burned bright and clean
Replace the lamp of my first love
That burns with holy fear

I want to take your word and shine it all around
But first help me to just, live it Lord
And when I'm doing well, help me to never seek a crown
For my reward is giving glory to you

Oh Lord, you're beautiful
Your face is all I see
For when your eyes are on this child
Your grace abounds to me

Oh Lord, you're beautiful
Your face is all I see
For when your eyes are on this child
Your grace abounds to me.

Providence

Providence - divine guidance or care,
God conceived as the power sustaining and guiding human destiny

Oh that I might be guided by God in my daily walk and decisions. To search for Him and find Him. To know that He is leading me. To understand this Psalm. What a beautiful thing.

The Lord is my Shepherd I shall not want. Surely it’s not wrong to want? No it’s not wrong but this to me speaks of need. Meaning He is a good Shepherd and takes care of His sheep. Me. He takes care of me. He meets my needs. Even the ones I don’t know I have. Like a Shepherd he provides and keeps me from the things of the world. But I must listen to and for His voice.

He makes me to lie down in green pastures. He leads me beside the still waters. I think back and I see where I needed to rest in him. In the green of growth and miracles of life. He leads me to still waters where my calm is in Him. Where all the wind and waves don’t move but the stillness of seeking Christ. Yes!

He restores my soul. He comes to me in restoration waiting for me to listen. Waiting for me to say Lord here am I. He restores my soul in the dark. Like our skin rejuvenates he does this for my soul. Peeling away death and showing me his life. He leads me in the path of righteousness for His names sake. You see if I don’t listen the path is much different and filled with peril.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death - as a believer deaths shadow seeks us. It’s the enemy who comes to seek and devour our life in Christ. He seeks to still our joy. Lord I will fear no evil. No weapon that comes against me when I’m living for you will win. But I have to be in His word, walking and talking and living in Him. You are with me Lord, your rod and staff comfort me. Your build a hedge around your creation. Providence, Lord. Guiding me and keeping me.

You prepare a table before me in front of my enemies. Lord, they see me and Think I’m a fool. One that trusts in the wrong thing but God you prepare a table where I have Hope and Joy. Where my enemies don’t understand this table set before me. You anoint my head with providence. You guide me in the way I should go. My cup runs over with the knowledge and heart understanding of how you bless me and keep me.

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life. I get so caught up in the worlds troubles but Lord if I’m listening it’s right before me and behind me. The fact that Lord your mercy follows me knowing I’m going to need it. I’m going to need you. Salt and pepper Lord, salt and pepper. And Lord I will dwell in the house of The Lord forever. This is my heart cry. To dwell with you - providence.

Today, right now Lord I need providence. In the big and small decisions. Father I need you. I need to walk through the shadows of death. The depth of sorrow. To see you are taking care of me. Selah - Think on these things!

Psalm 23
The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
2 He makes me to lie down in green pastures;
He leads me beside the still waters.
3 He restores my soul; He leads me in the paths of righteousness For His name’s sake.
4 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; For You are with me; Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.
5 You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies; You anoint my head with oil; My cup runs over.
6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me
All the days of my life; And I will dwell in the house of the Lord Forever.

He Leadeth Me
He leadeth me: O blessed thought!
O words with heavenly comfort fraught!
Whate'er I do, where'er I be,
still 'tis God's hand that leadeth me.

He leadeth me, he leadeth me;
by his own hand he leadeth me:
his faithful follower I would be,
for by his hand he leadeth me.

Sometimes mid scenes of deepest gloom,
sometimes where Eden's flowers bloom,
by waters calm, o'er troubled sea,
still 'tis God's hand that leadeth me.

He leadeth me, he leadeth me;
by his own hand he leadeth me:
his faithful follower I would be,
for by his hand he leadeth me.

Lord, I would clasp thy hand in mine,
nor ever murmur nor repine;
content, whatever lot I see,
since 'tis my God that leadeth me.

He leadeth me, he leadeth me;
by his own hand he leadeth me:
his faithful follower I would be,
for by his hand he leadeth me.

And when my task on earth is done,
when, by thy grace, the victory's won,
e'en death's cold wave I will not flee,
since God through Jordan leadeth me.

He leadeth me, he leadeth me;
by his own hand he leadeth me:
his faithful follower I would be,
for by his hand he leadeth me.

Be led today. Listen to the still small voice the says let me by divine providence lead you!

Romans 15:13

It’s dark outside and I’m sitting in the dark thinking about my day. It is sometimes a crazy life isn’t it? Things don’t always go the way you think they will. Things happen and you have to stand your ground or give up.

Tonight I’ve wrestled with areas I’d like to give up on. Things I want to close and not open because they bring me sorrow and such sadness. Things that I sometimes wish were still stuck in a closet.

Other things remind me of why I have hope. How my grands laugh and love. How they get so excited to see me and listen to my stories. How I can pretend to tickle them and their eyes are wide with excitement.

Tonight though I’m stuck in a deep mode of thoughts. Wondering why things happened and if they will turn around. If somehow the hard things have a true purpose of bringing me closer to Jesus.

I think I’ll sit here for a bit. Praying, thinking and listening to his voice in my dark. Asking him to meet me here now. To shed light there. To bring me back to where I see and hear his voice amongst the dark that sometimes seeks to devour the hope.

 Romans 15:13
Now may the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, that you may abound in hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.

Press on

“Every journey of a thousand miles  starts with a single step” 

I was thinking about this, this morning. If I had to map the amount of steps I’ve taken I couldn’t. If I had to tell you how many times I had to restart or take a redo I also couldn’t do that. But what I can do is keep moving forward. Pressing on towards my ultimate goal, a life completely surrendered to Christ.

Philippians 3:14 

I press toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus. 

I press ~ 

Press is defined as 

to move by means of pressure, to lay stress or emphasis on, to insist on or request urgently, 

to follow through ... 

Toward ~  

Toward is defined as, 

in the direction of...

The Goal ~

Goal is defined as 

the end toward which effort is directed

For the Prize ~

Prize is defined as ...

something exceptionally desirable

Of the Upward Call ~

Upward is defined as ..

directed toward or situated in a higher place or level, toward the source

Call is defined as ...

to command or request to come or be present

Moving forward is what we are called to do. Don’t get me wrong sometimes I feel I’m being dragged forward other days I’m up and saying walk with me Lord, get me to my next destination.. the next place, the next lesson.

There are days I don’t want to go. I buck it every possible way. I say but Lord why me? Why now? Yet as a Christian I’m called to press on no matter if it’s easy or hard. Press on. Keep moving. One step at a time or hitting the ground running. 

Pressing on - following thru. Moving forward with purpose. What’s your purpose? Do you find yourself stuck? Do you desire a closer walk? Then we must press on towards the ultimate goal of heaven. The prize will be worth it. Maybe we won’t see the prize here. But I believe we see pieces of it. We see Christ when we search for him.

Where do you see evidence of your race? Where do you see Christ? Where is your evidence? I can tell you that my worst days having hope are better then days with none. Listen, open your head, and heart to him. 

And press on towards the goal of Christ! 

Off the Bed

I had the distinct pleasure of being forced off my bed this morning. No it wasn’t meant it just happened. Sometimes when the grands come to my room I end up closer and closer to the edge until finally I have no space so it’s better for me to get up.

As I sit in the front room I’m thinking about that and my walk with Christ. When I was first saved my bed (my life was so full) of things. Some I put away quickly, some much slower and others are still on that bed with me.

Now in my walk I need to be careful not to clutter it with things or people. It seems small in the beginning you know? Like oh I can just add this and it won’t take from my walk. Or I can do this just a little. Problem is that little pushes Christ off the bed so to speak. It fills your bed and you have no room for Christ to dwell. No room in your heart to open it for him.

Other times we fill our hearts and heads with things that are fluff and we fail to seek Christ to give us the meat of his word. We chose things over Him. Soon enough we have to move because there is so much clutter we can’t see the simplicity of His message and our walk with Him.

When my daughters were younger I owned a big waterbed. I loved that bed. It was comfortable and laying in it I was often lulled to sleep by the movement of the bed. But there were nights I would start alone only to feel a small child in my bed. It started with one.

One child is almost always enough though because they seem to want to sleep up against your back leaving you clinging to the edge of the bed so as not to wake them. If you move you risk the proverbial questions and movement that makes you feel like you have even less room.

Pretty soon child number two would find their way to me bed and well they would eventually end up next to each other and you would still be hanging on hoping to not fall off the bed. Then came daughter number three and four..

By this time my bed resembled a mine field of love. Don’t get me wrong I have such great memories of them in my bed just wanting to be with mom. By the end of the night and as morning would start to come, the light breaking thru the window I would have all six girls in bed with me.

My legs stiff from lack of room, my back needing to be stretched I would first place one leg over the edge of the bed carefully so as not to wake anyone. Slowly pushing myself up to sitting and then getting off my bed. Once I stood I’d look at the bed full of my life.

Now the time has only changed because they are grands and not daughters. But I still have to edge myself off. I look at them, I pray for them and I hope for them. My bed is full. Some good and some not. I must be careful to not let things fill my bed and thoughts. I must pray for the things (people) who often occupy my space.

My life should reflect Christ. Does it? Am I so preoccupied with things that my life is not in living but in death? Is my life so cluttered that I can’t see the simplicity of my walk with Christ? Where am I? Am I searching and praying or am I stuck? Stuck in bed with all my clutter? The Bible says we are set free.

Today as I move to standing and praying I am set free. Free to Love Christ and free to be who he is calling me to be.

The Lord’s Prayer

The girls have come to my bed to cuddle and love on grandma. I look at them and see in them my own face with my Grandma Dena when I would get to spend the night with her.

Crawling in her bed and lying snuggled next to her back. Her praying with me The Lord’s Prayer...

Matthew 6:9-13
Our Father in heaven, Hallowed be Your name.
Your kingdom come. Your will be done
On earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our debts,
As we forgive our debtors. And do not lead us into temptation, But deliver us from the evil one. For Yours is the kingdom and the power and the glory forever. Amen.

Our Father which art in heaven, hallowed be the name. (My father who is in heaven, hallowed be your name) Holy, Holy, Holy - sacred is his name. My Father who lives in Heaven.. one day I will see him face to face. My father. Oh my father. A father who hears my cries and longings. Who gives me peace when the world comes crashing down. When the sea feels like I will be swallowed whole.. yes My Father

Your kingdom come, your will be done on earth as it is in heaven. His kingdom is coming. This place is not my home. I’m passing thru. But yet I call out for his will to be done on earth as it is in heaven. My heart cries for his will in my life. The direction to go. Whether to the left or right. Moving forward or waiting. Lord help me to seek your will. Help me to snuggle and listen to your breathing. Yo know with you it is well with my soul.

Give us this day our daily bread. Lord you always provide. I have never gone to bed without the things my children needed. Lord please do the same for my grands. Let them always know you know the amount of hairs on their heads. Remind them when things look tough that you are there. You see and hear them. You got them if they will look to you.

And forgive us our debts, As we forgive our debtors. How many times do I shake my fists at those who have wronged me. Those who I feel owe me? Yes your word says to forgive them. While I believe it doesn’t mean you forget you forgive them. My grandma would tell me she loved me as we would drift off to sleep. I asked her about this before. She would tell me honey we must err on the side of good. Do not cause strife but forgiveness frees you from the evil. Maybe this is what is meant?

And do not lead us into temptation, But deliver us from the evil one. Lord guard my mouth and heart. Father be with my grands. Lead them away from the things of the world that could and would destroy them. Deliver us from the evil that surrounds them. Guide them to you. The light. Father when they come and want to talk about life. Father guide my mouth to nudge them towards you. For you are able.

For Yours is the kingdom and the power and the glory forever. Amen. Yes Lord yours is the kingdom and power forever. You Lord hold the power to life. Remind me when I’m tired or want to be alone that the grands need me. Need me to be there. To show you to them. To give them you in all things. To point them to the one True King and kingdom.

Onward Christian Soldier

Onward Christian soldiers!
  Marching as to war,
With the cross of Jesus
  Going on before.
Christ, the royal Master,
  Leads against the foe;
Forward into battle,
  See, His banners go!
  Onward, Christian soldiers!
  Marching as to war,
With the cross of Jesus,
    Going on before.

At the name of Jesus
  Satan’s host doth flee;
On then, Christian soldiers,
  On to victory!
Hell’s foundations quiver
  At the shout of praise:
Brothers, lift your voices,
  Loud your anthems raise!

Like a mighty army
  Moves the Church of God:
Brothers, we are treading
  Where the saints have trod;
We are not divided,
  All one Body we—
One in faith and Spirit,
  One eternally.

Crowns and thrones may perish,
  Kingdoms rise and wane;
But the Church of Jesus
  Constant will remain.
Gates of hell can never
  ’Gainst the Church prevail;
We have Christ’s own promise,
  Which can never fail.

Onward, then, ye people!
  Join our happy throng;
Blend with ours your voices
  In the triumph song.
Glory, laud and honor
  Unto Christ, the King;
This through countless ages
  Men and angels sing.

On Christ the Solid Rock

There is a verse I think about when things just seem harder to me....

Psalm 20:7
Some trust in chariots, and some in horses;
But we will remember the name of the Lord our God.

It can be so easy to trust in things that you can see, or hear or feel. Cars break down, people can be fickle. Life can be hard. There may be days you experience hunger and I’m not just talking physical hunger.

We hunger for acceptance, we can hunger for love from our earthly families, we can hunger for those who are no longer here. We can hunger to have a better life or more success. Yet when we don’t put our hunger in Christ, we trust in things that are temporary not eternal.

I want my trust to be in Christ, the author and finisher of my faith. I want to be so much into Christ that, that’s the first thing people know about me. That it is the single most important part of who I am. It’s me. It’s where my life comes and goes back to.

When things are hard, I want to be known as someone who relies on Christ. I want my grandchildren to know in whom I trust for everything big and small. I want to call upon Christ everyday, every minute, in hard and easy times. My desire is to pass in that trust to my grandchildren so they can stand in Christ.

I want to lean on Christ to keep me in check, and to be led by the prompting of his name. To trust in plan even when others tell me not to. Trust is a hard thing to learn. For those of us who have been abused and left to fend for ourselves. And yet ... trusting in Christ is the best thing I’ve ever done. My hope is built on nothing less .. I will trust in Christ, do you, will you?

On Christ The Solid Rock I Stand

My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus Christ, my righteousness;
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
But wholly lean on Jesus’ name.
 
On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand,
All other ground is sinking sand.

2
When darkness veils His lovely face,
I rest on His unchanging grace;
In every high and stormy gale,
My anchor holds within the veil.

3
His oath, His covenant, His blood,
Support me in the whelming flood;
When all around my soul gives way,
He then is all my hope and stay.

4
When He shall come with trumpet sound,
Oh, may I then in Him be found;
In Him, my righteousness, alone,
Faultless to stand before the throne.

I Surrender All

I thought last night about a song that holds so much meaning to me. Do you remember hearing about Christ for the first time? I do. When I was a little girl my parents would drop my siblings and I at the Lutheran Church and I loved hearing about Jesus.

Now my siblings would go across the street to the park but I on the other hand was drawn in to the church. I loved the smell. The feeling like I belonged. I loved the pews and the hymns. Oh the hymns. They spoke to my soul.

I loved Sunday School. Hearing the stories in the Bible gave me hope. They awakened things in me. I realized there was God, and he was alive. He sent his son to die for me. While I didn’t get the salvation message I got the message, the memo that there was someone out there who loved me more then I could ever love.

When I was a little older I changed to a church that had a bus ministry. Does anyone do that anymore? That bus driver he was a great guy. And I loved going to that church. The people were nice. They cared. In 6th grade I wrote a play that my Sunday School class performed.

While I still hadn’t accepted Christ.. I knew I needed to. In 9th grade (43 years ago) .. my best friend at the time and I went to a revival service. We were joking about going forward. I was being pulled, so was she.. we opted to go forward together.

As the altar call was given, all the stories I’d heard, the hymns I’d sang, the desires I’d had of being and wanting to know Christ came flooding out. I think even if my friend hadn’t gone forward I believe Christ in a tender voice was calling me.

The hymn that was playing in the background well one of them... drew me into accepting Christ as my personal Lord and Saviour. It gave me hope that I would go to Heaven someday.

Yesterday my niece invited me to listen to a church service. They sang that song. A few times. As I listened, the tears welled up in me and started to fall from my eyes and down my cheeks. It brought me back to those tender memories of learning of Christ.

And the floodgates of hymns no longer sang in church. Of times where I felt called to come and pray. Of worshippers connected in singing praise to Jesus. Oh the memories they flood my soul. They bring me back to him. To the when I first understood the Cross.

This song.. it reminds me..it calls me back to Christ. It brings me to church and to the altar. The altar where I asked Christ to come in my heart. Where I understood the message of John 3:16 God so Loved the world he gave his only begotten son, that whosoever believes on him will not perish but have everlasting life.

1 All to Jesus I surrender,
All to Him I freely give;
I will ever love and trust Him,
In His presence daily live.

I surrender all, I surrender all;
All to Thee, my blessed Savior,
I surrender all.

2 All to Jesus I surrender,
Make me, Savior, wholly Thine;
Let me feel Thy Holy Spirit,
Truly know that Thou art mine.

I surrender all, I surrender all;
All to Thee, my blessed Savior,
I surrender all.

3 All to Jesus I surrender,
Lord, I give myself to Thee;
Fill me with Thy love and power,
Let Thy blessing fall on me.

I surrender all, I surrender all;
All to Thee, my blessed Savior,
I surrender all.

Yesterday I was talking with a beautiful friend who has become family to me. My grands just love their family. Honestly I’m so blessed by them. I can’t ever express how deeply it has touched me to be a part of them.

When my grands wake up they search for me. I was up but laying in bed and my Wren cane in to lay with me. Now I know this is silly but they love to send a morning selfie. So here we are and she’s taking selfies. Then she asks her future traveling buddy to call her. This isn’t unusual as they love talking to them. I’m very grateful they take time to do this.

Z comes in and wants to talk to his buddy. I love that William does this for my grandson. He loves him and listens to him. Sometimes that isn’t easy. But they were talking and Wren wanted to talk, so Z pinched her very hard.

All of the sudden William is looking at Z. Who knows what he did was wrong. Z begins to hide his face and cry. It took only a stern look. It occurred to me this is like the Father.

Now I didn’t grow up with a father who loved me. His way of correction was not a look. It was physically abusive. It always crossed a line. As a direct result of that, I admit I’ve struggled with God as my Father.

I’ve tried to earn his approval, I’ve tried to work for his love. But you see that’s not what it’s about. Its about knowing the difference between right and wrong, not hiding from Him, but crying out to Him when you have blown it. Seeking repentance and being open to correction.

What an analogy. We need not try to hide from the Father, but yes cry out to him and say I’m sorry, meaning it. He loves you. He loves me. He desires us to walk with Him. He wants us to not do the wrong and cry later. He wants us to seek him and listen. When we do wrong He wants us to come to Him. He knows our heart. That look is not only when we do something we shouldn’t, it’s also when we question what He tells us to do.

Don’t let one More Day go by without seeking Christ. Not one more. One of my favorite scriptures is Revelations 3:20 - Behold I stand at the door and knock, if any man opens the door I’ll sup (fellowship) with him and He with me. Today don’t hide from the Father. Cry out and seek him. Come with repentance and an open heart to hear.

My friends.. be blessed you are children of the most high. Your blessed and highly favored. Seek Him.

I’m awakened by the sound of the birds chirping outside. The shrill voice of the crow is loud and obnoxious. He is not going to be ignored. I hear the other birds with their sing song and it’s beautiful. Isn’t this like the world? When life is going on we often hear the voice that squawks the loudest. 

While I know the other birds make beautiful music sometimes I only hear the crow. The world telling me I’m not good enough. Do this, go here. Follow me because you hear me. It’s not a sound I want to admit I hear. Why? Because when we listen to the world we listen to things that take us away from Christ. 

Last night my autistic grandson could only see and hear the sound of something that bothered him. So he didn’t want to close his eyes. The fear kept him upset. Yet he knew that Christ hears him. He realized that he needed to hear the voice of the one who loved him most.

After praying with him he was still unable to fall asleep. So we asked a friend and her husband to pray with him too. He was able to verbalize some of the things bothering him and together we agreed and prayed for his mind to find comfort in the Lord. 

He needed to hear the sound of the songbird not of the crow. He needed to be reminded that Jesus, the lover of his soul loves him more then anything and that he just needed to still his little heart and listen.  

Today who will you hear? Today let your mind listen to the melody of Christ. Let his music pull you closer. Stop allowing the crow to mask the sweet sound of God in your heart. Listen for the birds of Christ’s words. Verses you know or have memorized. The still small voice that says I’m here. Who will you chose?

There’s within my heart a melody

Jesus whispers sweet and low,

Fear not, I am with thee, peace, be still,

In all of life’s ebb and flow.

Refrain:

Jesus, Jesus, Jesus,

Sweetest Name I know,

Fills my every longing,

Keeps me singing as I go.

All my life was wrecked by sin and strife,

Discord filled my heart with pain,

Jesus swept across the broken strings,

Stirred the slumb’ring chords again.

Feasting on the riches of His grace,

Resting ’neath His shelt’ring wing,

Always looking on His smiling face,

That is why I shout and sing.

Though sometimes He leads through waters deep,

Trials fall across the way,

Though sometimes the path seems rough and steep,

See His footprints all the way.

Soon He’s coming back to welcome me,

Far beyond the starry sky;

I shall wing my flight to worlds unknown,

I shall reign with Him on high

Tug Of Life

I’ve been up for a bit. My heart hearing the tug of life and being pulled in so many different directions. Everyday there are so many things that need done or I think need to happen. 

I hear the soft tick of a clock. It’s comforting to know that time doesn’t stand still, although I can think of times I wish it had. With every minute, every hour, everyday .. well you get the idea. 

Yet as I sit in my chair and I think over my life, I see things I could’ve done better or been better. Shall I sit and dwell on that? NO! It’s okay to think about the coulda, shoulda, woulda’s but it’s a step forward to know you move on. 

The sun has come up, a new day is here. What do I want today? World peace? Yes. Better relationships? Yes. More time? Yes. More resources? Yes. A better life? Yes. But I want more then that. I desire a closer walk with Christ. I want to walk with Him. I want to search for Him and find him in the mundane days of life. 

 I want to be like Christ. To live and breath a walk in Him. I want to know Him so well that what comes from my mouth is not just empty words that are fluff. But I want my words to reflect who He is and who I am because of that. 

“Just A Closer Walk With Thee"

I am weak but thou art strong

Jesus, keep me from all wrong

I'll be satisfied as long

As I walk, let me walk close to Thee

Just a closer walk with thee

Grant it, Jesus, is my plea

Daily walking close to thee

Let it be, dear Lord, let it be

When my feeble life is o'er

Time for me shall be no more

Guide me gently, safely o'er

To thy kingdom's shore, to thy shore

When life's sun sinks in the west

Lord, may I have done my best

May I find sweet peace and rest

In that happy home of the blessed

Just a closer walk with thee

Grant it, Jesus, is my plea

Daily walking close to thee

Let it be, dear Lord, let it be