Soul Meadows

Upon the meadows of my soul in light my Savior walks with me, and, oh, the bliss that there we find, companions in tranquility. Communion sweet! Earth knows not how to counterfeit the peace He brings; yet all I long for He provides. My soul to Him in rapture clings. The fragrance of our fellowship wafts gently on the meadow's breeze; each moment shared, a blossom, sweet; His full attention all receive. The wide expanses of my soul yield boundless treasure to explore, and what a precious Guide I found when I surrendered, made Him Lord. No hollow gouged by Sorrow's awl, no cavern mined in great despair is too deep for His love to fill, too dark to see Him shining, fair. The fiery trials burn the dross; my silver He would purify till gazing deep within my heart, His image glows in clear reply. Continual welcome may He find; never in straying would I start. Lord, stroll the meadows of my soul and climb the mountains of my heart. I want Thee always close to stay to reign unchallenged in my breast; how sweetly conquered is my soul, how in surrender I find rest. Faye Lanham Gibson Copyright, 1987