Supplication
by Jane White Chamberlain
Just as a chip, tossed into a stream,
Finds there a current or hides unseen
‘Neath some jutting rock or driftwood caught aside,
So do some lives find rest,
While others ride the tide,
Some high, some low.
Help me, dear Lord, to steer an even course, just so.
Hold fast my hand
Nor let me once drift on
‘Mid rushing waters and to distant harm.
Give me the faith to skirt the hidden shoals of life
And so to live that I may come at last
Into the quite harbor of Thy love.
Just as a chip, tossed into a stream,
Finds there a current or hides unseen
‘Neath some jutting rock or driftwood caught aside,
So do some lives find rest,
While others ride the tide,
Some high, some low.
Help me, dear Lord, to steer an even course, just so.
Hold fast my hand
Nor let me once drift on
‘Mid rushing waters and to distant harm.
Give me the faith to skirt the hidden shoals of life
And so to live that I may come at last
Into the quite harbor of Thy love.
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