Grief at first can be an unwelcome companion, but because of the hope we have in Christ, it can become a tool of God's compassion. Susan Kelly Skitt, November 24, 2011
Sunday
O Love That Wilt Not Let Me Go
O Love that wilt not let me go,
I rest my weary soul on Thee;
I give Thee back the life I owe,
That in Thine ocean depths its flow
May richer, fuller be.
O Light that follw'st all my way,
I yield my flick'ring torch to Thee'
My heart restores its borrowed ray,
That in Thy sunshine's glow its day
May brighter, fairer be.
O Joy that seekest me thro' pain,
I cannot close my heart to Thee'
I trace the rainbow thro' the rain,
And feel the promise is not vain
That morn shall tearless be.
O Cross that liftest up my head,
I dare not ask to hide from Thee;
I lay in dust life's glory dead,
And from the ground there blossoms red
Life that shall endless be.
Credits: Song Text by George Matheson