I cannot do it alone, the waves run fast and high, and the fogs close chill around and the lights go out in the sky. But i know we two shall win in the end.
Jesus and I
I could not stir it my self, my barque on the roaring sea. What of that, another sits in my barque and pulls or stir with me, and I know that we shall come into port.
His child and He
Coward, wayward and week. I change with the changing sky. One day eager and brave, the next not caring to try. But He never gives in. And we two shall win.
Jesus and I.
Strong and tender and true, crucified once for me. I knew that Jesus never will change. What ever I do or be, we shall finish out course and get home at last.
His child and He.
Amen.
Author: Unknown.
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