By Emily Pollard
Oh Lord, dear Lord,
Blessed Creator of all
Compared to Your might,
All quandaries seem small.
The billowing waves,
Though they toss me about
Are to you one raindrop
In the midst of a drought.
In the height of shadow,
In lowliness of heart,
You bring hope, joy, and strength
Before the trials depart.
You are there before,
During, and after the pain.
In the highest and lowest times,
I never cease to praise your name.
Overcome with power,
love, and grace You bestow.
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
The only words my tongue now knows.
Oh Lord, dear Lord,
Now I see you face to face.
I bow down and thank you
For your mercy and your grace.
The sanctification process
Has led me to Your throne.
I am with You forever.
I am finally home.
For this, You and I labored
together many many years.
Now, here we are in eternity.
It was worth every tear.
Oh Lord, dear Lord
No number of praises
would ever be enough.
But eternity is long, and
I will spend it singing Hallelujah.
p
Reblogged this on The Preacher Pollard Blog and commented:
Beautiful!
LikeLike