1989 September/October issue Part 1

The Solace

Kathleen R. Lewis

I am waiting, Lord, on Thee,

Show me what you want from me.

I am resting; Thou art doing.

I am listening; Thou are wooing.

In the beauty of Thy will,

Draw me close, my being still.

I am trusting, Lord, in Thee,

Show me the path I cannot see.

I am foll'wing; Thou art leading.

I am hung'ring; Thou art feeding.

While I yield, though through my tears,

Pour Your comfort, calm my fears.

I am resting, Lord, in Thee,

Keep my eyes on Calvary.

I am praying; Thou art giving.

I am dying; Thou are living.

Not my will, but Thine instead,

Pured-out wine, and broken bread.