He’s my life, He's my all;
Without Him I would fall.
Every day, every hour;
Jesus keeps me by His power.
Through the assurance of His Word.
I know all His promises are true.
By faith, I stand upon them,
And my God makes all things new.
Though my trials like raging storms blow,
Help to endure is always present from above.
Not a sigh nor a loss in my life here below.
Could ever dim the glory of my Saviour's love.
Though clouds of sorrow seem to hide
His presence in the night,
There's not a moment in my life
When His guiding hand is not in sight.
All for His glory He will perform,
What He has promised in me, to conform.
He who hath begun a good work in me,
Will perform it until my Saviour I shall see.
Then one day I will cross over,
When He opens that final door,
And He transforms this corruptible
To His perfect likeness forever more.
When I stand to give account,
“Will I come forth as gold?” will be my test,
No more will I fight this robe of flesh
As in my Saviour I take my rest.
And with the saints in glory,
I stand with Him for eternal days.
O for a thousand tongues to sing
My Great Redeemer's praise!
June 13, 2003
This poem, and others,
will be featured
in a poetry booklet put together
by Jerry Bouey.