The Promise
I used to walk by Your promises, Lord.
I looked at them way off in time.
My footsteps by faith I kept in Your way.
Oh, how I struggled and tried!
Get there I must and so I pursued --
the answer is not far ahead,
But weary and worn, hope still deferred,
I stopped . . . unable to tread.
Then Jesus, You came with wisdom untold,
"Child simply look up to Me.
Grace I will pour forth as you look at My face.
I am the Promise, you see."