Amazing.
How we can sense God’s presence…seem to be walking along through such hard, hard places with calm and confidence…when suddenly some thing in our day thrusts us into a type of panic and intense floods of thoughts…like stormy waves inside every chamber of our mind, heart, body and soul we are internally reeling….hyperventilating internally, while outwardly trying to maintain as much calm as possible….
We see the walls of perilous waters on either side of us and we have a sense of impending doom…it is all just too much…no longer we are gazing as we gazed maybe hours ago…a day ago…our feet falter, our hands shake…we fix our gaze on the waterous abyss below our feet, the suddenly darkened sky above…
Thrashing about inwardly, outwardly…calling out with no words left…frantic…we feel ourselves slipping under, we are just not going to make it….
Maybe some music…yes….the playlist that yesterday was life-giving now sounds so dull…as one who has heard these words and melodies one-thousand too many times…
And then…one simple harmony begins a haunting, familiar melody and sound…and…one pauses…still….taking it all in….such a perfect moment…one writes….knowing that soon sleep is needed…though one is too tired to get to the bed…
Aches in joints and weariness and seemingly unending worries….but, tomorrow will be yet another day…and the words and melody are really all this moment can bear…so great it breaks this camel…the looping melody that will play for the small remainder of this hard, hard day…
Where else can we look?
“He leadeth me, He leadeth me…”
He Leadeth Me
He leadeth me, O blessed thought!
O words with heav’nly comfort fraught!
Whate’er I do, where’er I be
Still ’tis God’s 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.
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.
Lord, I would place my hand in Thine,
Nor ever murmur nor repine;
Content, whatever lot I see,
Since ’tis my God that leadeth me.
And when my task on earth is done,
When by Thy grace the vict’ry’s won,
E’en death’s cold wave I will not flee,
Since God through Jordan leadeth me.
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