Saturday, October 3, 2009

From Mountain HIgh Valley low

Sometimes there are obstacles in the way
and times , that life's journey is hard and rough
but as God promises, He gives added strength
when He knows we need His powerful touch

And so with that, He leads me on with solid steps
when life's boulder's get in the way
step by step, my Lord leads me o'er
whether its dark of night , or light of day

Yes - one by one He'll lead my way
over rocks and hills, together we will go
preparing for me a safe journey ahead
Yes, its God , whose peace that I will always know

So because of that there is nothing more to fear
knowing Jesus is walking hand in hand with me
It's His Presence that comes to surround from all sides
Oh yes, its in His Shelter, that I will always be


Anonymous said...

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I am so new to this I don't know how to become a follower of yours! but I definitely want to. I'll try and figure that out.
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karen hopkins said...

my blog, has a place on the right hand side, that has photos of my followers... There, somewhere, is the word " follow" or something like that I believe, in which you can click it to add your information or something like that. If you have any problems doing that, let me know by my email and I can write out what to do as I look at the screen if you like..
Thank you for the kind comments,

Carol Penhorwood said...

So true, isn't it? I really enjoyed your poem.

Carol Penhorwood


My child, it makes no difference
What you are walking through,
In the meadows or the briars
God is walking there with you.

He'll bring you through them safely,
You never need to fear,
The briars though they're painful
Will cause you to draw near.

If you only crossed broad meadows
You would then be unaware
Of God's goodness and His comfort
In life's perplexing snares.

If you had known no heartache
And experienced no pain,
Your spirit would be poorer
For no growth would you attain.

Though briars leave their mark on you,
They painfully succeed
In driving you to seek the One
Who'll heal you when you bleed.

In every life there's briars,
Though the meadows we prefer,
For we learn we are dependent
When the painful we incur.

Carol A. Penhorwood