I'M NOT DEAD YET M y hair is white and I'm almost blind, The days of my youth are far be hind. M y neck's so stiff that I can't turn my head— I can't hear the half of what's being said. M y legs are wobbly, I can hardly walk, But I'm grateful I can always talk. And this is the story of how I am fixed: I've corns on my feet and ingrow ing nails. And do they hurt! Here language fails. To tell you my troubles would take too long, If I tried, you surely'd say I was wrong! I go to church and Sunday school, too, For I love the story that is ever new; And when I reach the end of my row, I want to my heavenly home to go. Then when I leave my house of clay I'm apt to say, "Well, folks, I've left you, but don't forget, I've just passed on, but I'm not dead yet!" (Written by a 93-year-old woman) CHASTENING I know not why His hand is laid jn chastening on my life, Nor why it is my little world Is filled so full of strife. I know not why, when faith looks up And seeks for rest from pain, That o'er my sky fresh clouds arise And drench my path with rain. I know not why my prayer so long By Him has been denied: Nor why, while other ships sail on, Mine should in port abide. But I do know that God is love, That He my burden shares; And though I do not understand, I- know for me He cares.
I know the heights for which I long Are often reached through pain, I know the sheaves must needs be threshed To yield the golden grain. I know that, though He may remove The friends on whom I lean, 'Tis that I thus may learn to love And trust the One unseen. And, when at last I see His face And know as I am known, I will not care how rough the road That led me to my home. Search the Scriptures precious store As the miner digs for ore, Finding wisdom not of earth, Far above a ruby's worth. Search and you will surely find, Treasures for the heart and mind. ONLY A LITTLE WHILE Only a little while, A moment it may be. Ere I shall see Him face to face, Who died, who lives for me.
Only a little while.
The wilderness to roam, And then the Father's house above M y dwelling place, my home.
Only a little while,
To walk by faith alone, And then without a veil to see. And know as I am known.
Only a little while,
To tread the path He trod, And then the Home of rest and joy. The dwelling place of God. Only a little while, Then watching will be o'er. And we shall see Him face to face, And worship evermore. Only a little while, 0 precious, cheering word! It may be ere this day shall close 1 shall behold my Lord.
Then not "a little while," But through eternal days, To sing the never-ending song Of tribute to His praise!
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