“…Sometimes ‘mid scenes of deepest gloom,
Sometimes where Eden’s bowers bloom,
By waters still, o’er troubled sea,
Still ‘tis His hand that leadeth me…
…He leadeth me, He leadeth me,
By His own hand He leadeth me;
His faithful foll’wer I would be,
For by His hand He leadeth me…”
There are days we walk in grassy meadows by still waters.
There are days we walk in the valley of the shadow of… and gloom.
“…He leadeth me, oh blessed thought!
Oh words with heav’nly comfort fraught!
Whate’er I do, where’er I be,
Still ‘tis God’s hand that leadeth me…”
You are faithful Father, to take the hand reaching for Your’s.
It’s comfort and assurance when You lead us thus.
We thank You for those You have gifted to express, in words and music, in a beautiful way, the experiences they have had in their walk with You, confessions of their need and testimony of Your faithfulness.
You touch us and we are drawn near to You through such gifting in those You choose.
We thank You Father, that You do lead us… by Your own hand… in every circumstance …
and for beauty You have provided, and how it blesses us as we go.
In Yeshua’s name we pray.
Amen.
A portion of “He Leadeth Me Oh Blessed Hope” by Joseph H. Gilmore 18
