Trusting
You ask how you learn to trust Him?
Dear child, you must just let go!
Let go of your frantic worry,
And the fears which plague you so;
Let go of each black tomorrow
Which you try to live today;
Let go of your fevered planning,
He knoweth all your way.
Fear not lest your slipping fingers
Let go of your Savior too,-
Trusting is only knowing
He’ll not let go of you!
John 10:28-30 And I give unto them eternal life; and they shall never perish, neither shall any man pluck them out of my hand. My Father, which gave them me, is greater than all; and no man is able to pluck them out of my Father's hand. I and my Father are one.
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This is a favorite poem of mine. As with Annie Johnson Flint, I look forward to meeting this sweet lady in heaven. The precious fragrance that was pressed out of her life of pain in the form of poetry is one of those rare treasures that the Lord brings to us through very few of His vessels. This is perhaps just as well. Most of us could not suffer as sweetly and productively as Miss Annie and Mrs. Martha did. But, what blessings and comfort came to us through their great trials!
She sounds like an amazing lady. From the little I read (from your links) I like her poetry. To be honest, I don't care for all poetry because I find it awkward to read. But I like her style. Thanks for introducing her to us....I can't wait to meet her when I get to heaven too. :)
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you liked it. :-)
DeleteI'm kind of picky about poetry myself. I don't like it if it doesn't rhyme pretty well and flow easily. I don't really read a lot of it, outside of hymns and a few Christian poets that I like. :-)