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
Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2014
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