The Intercessor - A Poem by Annie Johnson Flint

The Intercessor

Romans 8:34  Who is he that condemneth? It is Christ that died, yea rather, that is risen again, who is even at the right hand of God, who also maketh intercession for us.

Infinite Wisdom and infinite Love,
Praying for me to the Father above,
Asking for me what Thou knowest is best—
Surely my heart in this knowledge can rest.
Wrapped in my darkness and ignorance here,
With Thy great prayer let me not interfere;
Let me not cross that petition divine,
Losing a blessing that might have been mine;
Teach me to pray, that Thy will, so begun,
May in my life and my spirit be done.
Here is my confidence, here can I rest;
Thou alone knowest and askest the best.

by Annie Johnson Flint