There are times when I am
troubled,
Face to face I meet defeat.
It's then I'm not where I should
be,
As sand drifts beneath my feet.
And then I take Your hand dear
Lord,
As You bid me, "Come to Thee"
For rest unto my weary soul,
Always You are there for me.
Sand cannot drift beneath my feet
When on solid rock I stand.
It's there that I will maintain
strength
When I just reach for Your hand.
Sandy Sexton © July
2006
Giving God all the glory, honor and
praise!
"I will love thee, O LORD, my
strength.
The LORD is my rock, and my fortress, and my
deliverer;
my God, my strength, in whom I will
trust;
my buckler, and the horn of my salvation, and my high
tower."
Psalm 18:1,2
