What Lack I Yet?
©2012 Susan Noyes Anderson
A grateful son knelt down to pray,
determined at the end of day
to bow himself beneath the rod
and consecrate his soul to God.
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A grateful son knelt down to pray,
determined at the end of day
to bow himself beneath the rod
and consecrate his soul to God.
The day I stand before the bar,
I hope to find in me
the person my beloved Savior
knows that I can be.
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Proof of divinity is all around.
God’s handiwork transcends His mystery.
We hear His voice in every sacred sound:
the trill of birds, the pounding of the sea.
We gather together to ask the Lord’s blessing,
for richly He’s blessed us, in years now gone by.
The warmth of our hearth and the love of our family
are more than good fortune; they’re gifts from on high.
O, that the meekness of a child might somehow be my own!
My heart would never turn from Thee to find my way alone.
Mother, may I ask why God allows such awful things?
Surely His hand could stay the devastation terror brings.
He made the mighty waters and the vast, eternal skies;
no living creature falls to earth unseen before His eyes.
Faith is a simple, splendid thing:
the substance of things that are not seen,
the evidence that hope is real,
the choice to trust in what we feel.
The gift is blood and sacrifice
to free us all from sin.
The prize is God’s own kingdom,
ours to shun or enter in.