Poetry

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In the freshness of morning dew
Across meadows of fragrant hopes
I see my Lord Jesus
Coming to bid me
“Take My Hand”

After rest of dreamless night
Clothed in delicate scent
Of miracles of changed hearts remembered
He imparts to me
His renewing, reviving strength
And bids me follow Him

Just to be able to catch a vision
Of who I AM is
And see the meadow’s grassy flowers
Spring back from His gentle steps
Is how close to Him
I always want to stay

I WILL to be faithful
And with Jesus’ strength
Grace and loving discipline
I SHALL draw nearer
As He continually remakes and molds
This child more completely His own.

I yield to You, the only I AM
The great omnipotent master of ages
The most loving Father in all time
I bow down, then hug my Lord Jesus

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