Though Your way I
may not always see,
Though the path may
be unclear,
Though Your time I do
not understand,
And Your voice I
cannot hear,
When shadows cast
their dark’ning gloom,
When the tempest
rages ‘round,
When the silence
seems to break my soul,
And no answer can be
found—
A faithful heart, a
faithful heart,
Free from bitterness
and fear, I ask of Thee.
A quiet trust, a yielded
will,
Lord, I pray, a
faithful heart You give to me.
In the wilderness or
fruitful plains,
On the mountain or in
vale,
Through the weariness
and pain of life,
Or beside the
springing well,
Fix within my soul
Your steadfast hope
That nought on earth
can weaken,
Consume my passions,
pride, and pity;
Your face alone I’m seeking.
A faithful heart, a
faithful heart,
Free from bitterness
and fear, I ask of Thee.
A quiet trust, a
yielded will,
Lord, I pray, a
faithful heart You give to me.
Copyright © Elisabeth Linzey 2016
Elisabeth, that poem is incredible! Such a blessing! It's definitely among my favorites that you've written.
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That is so good! Just to be faithful, trusting, and yielded before Him through whatever life brings. Thank you, Elisabeth, for letting Him "write" through you!
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This is just what my heart has been trying to express concerning our journey with Grandpapa's illness. Praise God for using you as an instrument of encouragement and comfort!
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