There exists no place
Outside the Lord’s grip –
From the outposts of space
To the eclipse of a pit –
He’s never far away
And even more so –
He’s on the war field
In the foxholes –
In the nursing ward
And in the catacombs.
Where else should He be
But with the wounded
In body and spirit, prithee?
As two are wed –
Jesus – be ever with me.
Be First to Comment