Following Your lead, I follow despite
Any reservations, dread, or fright.
I watch for signs and trust Your word,
Trying to stay true, no matter what I’ve heard,
Trusting that You have heard my prayer,
Knowing that You always love and care.
Unsure if my death is what You ask,
I become afraid of every little task.
Knowing You hate lack of faith,
I try to put on a happy face.
My spirit is unsettled, my mind scattered,
And every bit of my nerves are shattered.
And then in darkness, I feel Your touch,
Reminding me that You love me so much.
The last thing You want is to torture me.
You suffered on a cross to set my pain free.
Help me to trust You even when I’m lost.
Thank You for dying upon my cross.
No one will ever compare to Your sacrifice.
Because of Your death, I have eternal life.

4-21-11 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)