I was afraid to even pray
"Thy will be done."
I held so tightly to my way,
Afraid to kneel.
For, though I knew at Calvary
My Savior won,
Still, distant storm clouds frightened me;
But now I feel--
His tender voice is bringing warmth
Amidst the cold,
His gentle arm is holding me
Safe and secure,
His calming peace, His boundless love,
Infinite grace, strength from above,
"Look not unto what lies ahead,
Look unto Me."
Though trials may come, though storms arise,
Yet will I sing.
With yielded will, I fix my eyes
Upon my Lord,
Finding my hope in Him alone,
My sovereign King,
Holding His hand to lead me Home,
Trusting His Word.
And looking not unto the path ahead,
Let come what may, I do not fear or dread,
For I have heard my Savior say to me,
"Not to the future, but unto Me bow the knee."
His tender voice is bringing warmth
Amidst the cold,
His gentle arm is holding me
Safe and secure,
His calming peace, His boundless love,
Infinite grace, strength from above,
"Look not unto what lies ahead,
Look unto Me."
Copyright © Elisabeth Linzey 2015
*This is a Song