Promises

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PROMISES

Precious promise once bestowed,

Buried ‘neath a heavy load,

Yet this load You’d gladly take

On Your shoulders, for our sake.

Promises You give will last,

To each one we must hold fast;

Though to us Your time seems slow,

Every child needs time to grow.

You place a promise on our life,

We hinder it with stress and strife;

And then we wonder: - if, and when,

Or ask to hear it once again.

What You’ve said will be – will be!,

Unless obstruction comes from me,

If I focus more on You,

You will do; what You must do.

If to these promises I’d cling,

I Your praise must freely sing;

Turn my eyes on You, not me;

And with Your vision truly see.

If I see part of Your plan,

I will ache for unsaved man;

I will turn to You my will,

Praying, "Lord, please use me still".

You Your promises will keep,

When for souls, not self I weep;

When my spirit’s truly free,

To be what You would have me be.

© 18/1/99