Something so precious
Seems within my reach
In my haste, I search after it
Suddenly my dream is withheld
By an ever sovereign Hand
I kick and run and work and strive
Failure to yield it all down
Does not mean it will not take flight
Ideals can vanish. Visions fade
"Am I enough?"
In weariness I ofter no reply to my Master
In truth, I want something more
My selfishness is a hindering shadow
My prayers are characterized by begging
My thoughts never wander past what I long for
In my pride I think I know what is best
But at the end of my striving I am forced to cry and rest
Safe in His arms again, my yielded heart is free
The dream long laid down
Is now granted by His hand
In speechless thanks I fall before Him
My tears are mingled with shame and joy
Shame over my selfish striving
Joy over considering His grace unmerited
That thing so precious . . . is not my dream
No, He is the extent of my hopes
He is my precious Savior
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