Lord Jesus, Who Would Think That I Am Thine?
July 5, 2023I Have But One Rose In The World
July 5, 2023Is It Well With The Child?
Safe where I cannot die yet,
Safe where I hope to lie too,
Safe from the fume and the fret;
You, and you,
Whom I never forget.
Safe from the frost and the snow,
Safe from the storm and the sun,
Safe where the seeds wait to grow
One by one,
And to come back in blow.