In the midst of it all
Through fiery trials and more
I could not go alone
Your soft, scarred hand
Leads me gently home to shore
In the midst of it all
You are there with me
I need not ask for deliverance
But only to feel and know
That my Saviour I might see
In the midst of it all
As painful as it may be
Oh! Lord remember me
Your Son has been before
I bow on bended knee
In the midst of it all
I will not completely fall
He walks beside me still
Whispers only “Be still”
Jesus my All-in-All
© 2012 – present Liana Wendy Howarth
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Liana, this just beautiful! May God bless you, dear friend xo
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Thank you so much for sharing this Suzanne.
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I not only liked your poem but the beautiful picture as well. Please visit my blog for Christian book reviews!
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Thank you for visiting and your encouraging comment.
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on bended knee … yes. the best place to find ourselves!
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Sometimes we avoid kneeling because the ground (trial/circumstance) is too rough; but that is even more reason to do so. Thank you Heidi.
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Loved this!!
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