I love to dwell in scripture
its graceful turns of phrase
so flowing and so poignant
in ancient hallowed ways
I love to learn of Jesus
who gave us all we need
revealing secret treasure
no one had seen before
I love to dwell at even
as day wears to its end
when chores are long forgotten
no labors left to tend
I brace my heart in sorrow
when eyes turn to those lines
where our dear Lord and Saviour
gave up his life for mine
What would I do without Him?
Where go or what to seek?
The road ahead too scary
for someone small and meek
Without the light of Jesus
dark dangers loom ahead
the journey fraught with terrors
soul faint and filled with dread
How heavenly to ponder
He walked and felt our pain
and led the way of freedom
with living word ordained
His footsteps soften hardships
along life's steepest slopes
break chains of those temptations
too hard alone to cope
He told us of a highway
one single path to life
to blessed redemption's glory
the cross, the thorns, the knife
Although I have been given
keys to the scripture door
I still cry with compassion
about wounds he bore
How fortunate to ponder
the land of Galilee
as I at evening open
the book for you and me
I listen to His message
to people on the shore
and know that all will falter
but He will nevermore
I love to dwell in scripture
so graceful in its phrase
aflow with boundless mercy
in hallowed ancient ways.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'His footsteps soften hardships along life's steepest slopes', so spiritual and meaningful, Liilia!