Thou changest not.
‘Twixt gleams of joy and clouds of doubt
our feelings come and go;
our best estate is tossed about
in ceaseless ebb and flow:
no mood of feeling, form of thought,
is constant for a day;
but thou, O Lord! thou changest not;
the same thou art alway.
I grasp thy strength, make it mine own,
my heart with peace is blessed;
I lose my hold, and then comes down
darkness, and cold unrest.
Let me no more my comfort draw
from my frail hold of thee, –
in this alone rejoice with awe:
thy mighty grasp of me.
John Shairp 1871
I just wonder if there are some of God’s precious sons and daughters who read this blog who could do with meditating on these last two lines? That’s it for today: no more, no less, than an encouragement to look to God and rejoice in this: “Thy mighty grasp of me!”
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