HE LEADETH ME

He leadeth me

In pastures green? No, not always.

Sometimes He Who knoweth best,

In kindness, leadeth me in weary ways

Where heavy shadows be;

Out of the sunshine into darkest night.

I oft would yield to sorrow and to fright

Only for this: I know He holds my hand.

So, whether led in green, or desert land,

I trust, although I cannot understand.

He leadeth me,

Beside still waters? No, not always so.

Oft times the heavy tempests round me blow,

And o’er my soul the waves and billows go.

But when the storm beats wildest, and I cry

Aloud for help, the Master standeth by

And whispers to my soul: "Lo, it is I."

Above the tempest wild I hear Him say:

"Beyond the darkness lies the perfect day;

In every path of thine I lead the way."

So, whether on the hilltop, high and fair

I dwell, or in the sunless valleys, where

The shadows lie, what matter?

He is there.

And more than this; where the pathway leads

He gives me no helpless, broken reed,

But His own hand, sufficient for my need.

So, where He leads me I can safely go.

And in the blest hereafter I shall know

Why, in His wisdom, He hath led me so.

-Author Unknown

Ann Smith

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