I posted the other day about how precious our tears were to our Heavenly Father — but I didn’t want to go into too much detail as to the story behind the post.
A family in California has lost something that I can never fathom loosing — a four month old son. We go to church with this family’s family — parents, brothers and sisters. And they are now grieving the loss of a grandchild and nephew.
I can’t imagine being called to walk through such a trial, but our God is faithful. His plans may be painful for us, but we know He has a plan and will carry us through. Here is a website where you can go to help this family: https://www.youcaring.com/tim-ferrill-656649
With hands clasped together I kneel down to pray
With tears streaming down — not brushed away.
“Give wisdom, Lord, to know what to do,
Give the faith to take me through
This trial I so timidly face —
Oh! Dear Lord! Please give me grace!
I know not what the hour may hold —
Whatever comes, let me still love You Lord!
While I am sitting here, yielded and still,
Let Your hand subtly work Your will.”
Never in vain is such a prayer said
With heavenly manna my soul will be fed.
My flesh is sore stricken — sore stricken indeed!
My heart is at peace — on Christ will it feed!
My flesh and my heart together will war —
But Christ will soon cause my soul to soar
Above this war torn place of fear
Up on high to my Lord so dear;
To a place so sacred I cannot cry —
Nor fight or murmur, complain nor sigh.
Through this trial, though it seem long
He will cause my faith to grow strong.
He has lessons He would have me know —
Joy will I reap from the pain He does sow.
In part do I see — He sees the whole.
My seeing is finite — He sees my soul.
Away do I shrink — He knows what’s best.
In vain do I fight — He would give rest.
When will I learn that I struggle for naught?
That Christ my dear Master can never be fought?
Man’s thinking is foolish — human wisdom is vain
Only through suffering can I ever gain
A likeness to Christ, an image so rare,
A treasure so sweet — what else can compare?
“Truly dear Lord have Your way and Your will
While I am kneeling — yielded and still.”