| Doubts |
|
| Poem written by Elder J.A. Rowell, Sr. | |
|
Often we are made to wonder, Traveling down life's rugged road, Will we meet again up yonder, In that happy blest abode. Often, faith and hope doth waver, Heaven seems so far away, Can we hope to see our Saviour, In that land of endless day. There's a crystal river flowing, From the glorious throne of God, How can we be sure in knowing, On its banks, our feet shall trod. As life's evening shadows lengthen, And black doubts like storm clouds roll, Blessed Lord, draw near and strengthen, This poor fearful, doubting soul. |
|