Me !

I am not the same today as I was yesterday, neither am I, what I will be tomorrow. I am being moulded in the Potter's hands. He's still working on me to make me all I ought to be !

Sunday, March 2, 2014

Far, now near

Far have I wandered,
Oh Savior dear.
Won't thou please,
draw me near ?

On life's treacherous way,
none have I.
Wont thou please,
with me stay?

For In thee,
I'll find my joy,
my soul's surety,
Through all eternity.

May thy love, 
my comfort be.
Oh, how I love thee !

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