Lead me through the forest, lost among the trees,
The scent of earth and wood, carried in the breeze.
By the shadows, dwelling, cares now set at ease,
Eyes upon the heavens, prayer on bended knees.
Ream me a little rhyme, on this cold dark winter’s day,
Thoughts of soothing comfort, let my lonesome fears allay.
With words that warm the spirit, the crackling fire play,
Outside the snowflakes falling, amidst the lifeless grey.
Remember me O Lord, in the stillness of the night,
When all has gone to slumber, and day has eased from sight.
Then lest the cold should claim me, Your arms come hold me tight,
My hope is in Your mercy, Your Word, my sole delight.
“Remember me when you come into Your Kingdom.”
~ Luke 23:42
Come, lay me by the river, from earthly thoughts afford,
Waters gently running, how soft, its heavenly chord.
Calling back, those distant days, of innocence adored,
When night was filled with resting, and hope by day was poured.
“By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat weeping when we remembered Zion.”
~ Psalm 137:1
Blessed is the waiting, hunger welling deep,
Slow, the night, its passing, vigil, watchful keep.
Then the hour drawing, hills, they rouse from sleep,
Plains, alive with dancing, harvest, ours to reap.
Pray, stir me on to victory, this fading heart of mine,
Strength by Your own making, whose very fount divine.
For see, this broken spirit, to You, how deeply twine,
Bear me to the finish, the crown, its glorious shine.
O rain down upon me, sweet waters cleansing free,
All of filth, iniquity, down the river flee.
Then find in me, chaste and pure, afloat the endless sea,
There beneath Your watchful gaze, my soul at rest in Thee.