Father, this heart is hurting so,
It throbs in pain, it writhes, it bleeds
I cannot find the way to go,
Groping through these misty reeds
Father – thou art my shining key
And with thy name, the clue unfolds
If thou gavest my life to me
Then thy heart, my future holds
Let me climb upon thy knee,
Press me close upon thy breast,
That in thy beating heart found there
My soul may find its rest
And sitting there with thee, so close,
My gaze shifts now – from me to thee;
Not what I will have, my Lord,
But to thy face look up, and see
Reflected there, in lovely eye
The great green earth, the waters deep
The moon, the stars, the heavens wide
The mountains high, the cliffs so steep
I glimpse the pages of thy creation,
The threads of epics, the sands of time,
Of every empire, the foundation
Of all great kingdoms, the decline
And those with giants on the crest –
Boys and girls, who laugh and weep
The men who fight, and try their best
And women kind, who courage keep
Families and enemies, friends close or cold
Of all these tales thou hast the thread –
The gifts of youth, and growing old,
The book of life, souls of the dead
Father – it is enough, I see;
The lovely threads thy hands do weave,
To perfect end – not just for me
But for all the lonely hearts that grieve
How can I, a child so small,
See all hearts, o’er nations spanned?
How make to fit this order tall –
One life alone, yet infinity-planned?
The plans I’ve laid, I’ll leave today
I’ll slip my hand quiet into thine,
And enter in to thy great play
Let me love what’s yours, as mine
Let me turn from my own tending
To seek and find thy lovely will,
Whose golden field all care and mending
Thy spirit’s light and life shall fill
My heart will follow then my master
What better place have I on earth?
Than by your side to sing and labor
Towards that pearl of infinite worth?
I’ll train my eye on thee, to follow
And see what end thine eye does see,
And though perhaps my sight be shallow,
For plying, strength reward shall be
Then by your side, my precious Father
I’ll look for what thine eye has shown;
Will you not care for me, my Father –
And tend my heart as if your own?
On then, as you rise, I’ll follow
My life’s heart I hide with thee.
I give my soul and my tomorrow
And find my treasure, Thee – Epiphany.
– Beth Francis 🌸
Just a little flower, turning her face to find the sun. I don’t always feel his rays on me, but when I do, the warmth and the feeling is simply wonderful, and I never want to be in the shadows again. Isn’t he lovely?