Saturday, April 01, 2006

Looking Upwards In A Storm - William Cowper

God of my life, to thee I call,
Afflicted at thy feet I fall;
When the great water-floods prevail,
Leave not my trembling heart to fail!

Friend of the friendless and the faint!
Where should I lodge my deep complaint?
Where but with thee, whose open door
Invites the helpless and the poor!

Did ever mourner plead with thee,
And thou refuse that mourner’s plea?
Does not the word still fix’d remain,
That none shall seek thy face in vain?

That were a grief I could not bear,
Didst thou not hear and answer prayer;
But a prayer-hearing, answering God,
Supports me under every load.

Fair is the lot that’s cast for me;
I have an Advocate with thee;
They whom the world caresses most
Have no such privilege to boast.

Poor though I am, despised, forgot,
Yet God, my God, forgets me not:
And he is safe, and must succeed,
For whom the Lord vouchsafes to plead.
-William Cowper-

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1 Comments:

At Monday, April 03, 2006 5:44:00 AM, Blogger Kristi said...

What an awesome message that poem conveys. God is the answer in our trials. Nothing or no one else could give the help, answers, and comforts that He does.

Thanks so much for the visit.

 

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