A Silent Prayer
When I lose sight of the goal
And take my eyes off of the prize,
When all I can see are the mountains
That rise before my eyes,
When all I can feel are the waves
That come breaking over my soul,
Precious Jesus, I need Your touch
To heal me and make me whole.
I’ve fought the good fight, at times it seemed rough,
I’ve kept the faith, even when it was tough,
I wish I could finish my course with ease,
But sometimes I waver in times like these.
My heart is weighed down and burdened with care,
Lord, I lift up to you this silent prayer.
Don’t let me falter – let me be steadfast,
Give me a hope that will be sure to last –
A confident expectation that all will work out for good –
Even when it seems there’s no way that it possibly could.
When my own strength begins to fail,
Anchor my faith within the veil,
Where Jesus is.
October 17th, 2001
(Dedicated to Lori McCoy, my sis)
… That we might have a strong consolation,
who have fled for refuge
to lay hold upon the hope set before us:
Which hope we have as an anchor of the soul,
both sure and stedfast,
and which entereth into that within the veil;
Whither the forerunner is for us entered,