Meditation on Growth

When all seems dark and lost, I trembling stand,
Until the Lord bids me now recall His hand.
How He before had helped me win each war,
And, mercy, brought me back when I did fall.
I then did hope, and with each victory,
I learn to trust the more in Christ my King.
And with each feeble step, I clung still tight
To every sacred Word giv’n as my light.

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