A Christian’s Testimony

Not half the storms that threaten me
E’er broke upon my head.
Not half the pains I’ve waited for
E’er reached me or my bed.
Not half the clouds that drifted by
Have overshadowed me–
Not half the dangers ever came
I fancied I could see.

Dear Heavenly Father, hold my hand
Each moment lest I fall.
Thine is the power to keep–my part
To let Thee, that is all.
I dare not take one step alone,
And, oh, how sweet it is to know
Thy loving, mighty, tender clasp
Will never let me go.
–Author Unknown


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