Fearing to launch on “full surrenders” tide,
I asked the Lord where would its waters glide
My little boat, “To troubled seas I dread?”
“Unto Myself,” He said.
Weeping beside an open grave I stood,
In bitterness of soul I cried to God:
“Where leads this path of sorrow that I tread?”
“Unto Myself,” He said.
Striving for souls, I loved the work too well;
Then disappointments came; I could not tell
The reason, till He said, “I am your all;
Unto Myself I call.”
Watching my heroes—those I love the best—
I saw them fail; they could not stand the test,
Even by this the Lord, through tears not few,
Unto Himself me drew.
Unto Himself! No earthly tongue can tell
The bliss I find, since in His heart I dwell;
The things that charmed me once seem all as naught;
Unto Himself I’m brought.
—from Streams In The Desert
It IS bliss when I surrender. When I rest. When I give Him my “what-if’s.” When I trust.
Oh Lord, help me to surrender, help me to not fear. Help me to stay in the boat and FIGHT, all the while surrendering to the Tide, no matter where YOU take me. You know what is best for YOUR purpose. You know what is BEST for me.







