Portrait In the Wilderness
Fifty years have swiftly passed.
Some brown, arid wilderness path
Shades of portraits of barrenness, I tread.
Faithful Hands of mercies declare
in the plains, the hues of heaven’s glory
I shall walk by faith and not by sight.
You’ve crowned every year with Your goodness.
Gracious Love shepherds me in green valleys
just the way You have shown a weary pilgrim.
Your rod and staff, they guide me.
Your strength are my delight and joy.
I walk with patience, set my mind fixed
with praise to obey Your will, though the path be bleak.
Through many trials sore, crosses hidden in lush valleys
Draw me nearer beneath the old rugged Cross.
And not crosses coloured with gold and pearls glitter
Lest I’d complain and forget Your likeness, and be lost.
O, forbid that I’d quail from Your faithfulness
Though daily crosses afflict me.
Tempest tossed, ensnare to my hurt
But You come to prevail, and truth unfurl
In the expanse of the heavens, Your presence declare
You’ve not deserted the lowly traveller in the vast and barren.
I look up, though tears gather to blur
my sight of Your magnificent bow of promise
Still I praise Thee, Your Hand leads me.
Beautiful tapestry of Your handiwork
veils over the roughs of life with Truth
Your grace prevails in the lonely and narrow road
when fiercer battles become crimson and broad.
Greater need for bended knees to prayer
to be strong and faithful to the end
serving You, O God Heaven
in reverent fear, faith I earnestly contend.
O, God, the only Colour of my soul.
Frame me in to Your Portrait
For You are the pilgrim’s Reward.
In Your likeness, Your beauty I pray.
Your gentle virtue of holiness
graciously make me for You, to shine.
The steeper most climbs get,
and crosses heavier my frame bears
Do grace me and with Your Hand
As I climb the many dark jagged rocks
in the wilderness, hedge me in a higher ground
that I should strive closer with Thee.
My wilderness journey, portraits of Your kindness
Your commands, I will not depart
Take all of my heart, take every part
Purge me and cleanse me daily, as set apart
To You, that praise be my white garment.
Thank You, Lord, that Your glorious day is not faraway
You’ve taught me, Your presence keep me
Your secret counsel is with me
And with me that fear Thee.
Likeness of You, my Portrait in the wilderness
May I be worthy of Thy favour, a likeness of Thy virtue.
The glorious day when I shall meet You in the clouds,
Or at the “River Jordan” of Heaven.
Jesus, King, clothe me in priestly purple,
I shall fix my eyes on Thee, and also be Thy unspotted Bride.
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