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Autobiographical Glimpses of
T.T. Shields |
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7.1
Crossing at the Flood
I am not
climbing hills today,
I'm making brain and brawn;
In every obstacle I see
A challenge to go on!
A host of foes encamp around,
And clouds return again
It is not raining rain to me:
It's raining mighty men.
I
am not bearing burdens now,
But multiplying wealth;
Investing treasure for the Lord
To keep my soul in health.
Though compromise is everywhere
Nor principles bestir,
It isn't raining rain to me:
It's raining character.
I
am not fighting hard today
The foe's God's errand boy
To bring me packages of peace
And packages of joy!
Though circumstances press and cramp.
And winds are contrary,
His clouds are full of blessing yet,
It's raining victory.
The
river swollen to a flood,
The rushing, raging tide,
Conquered by simple faith in God,
I cross it at His side!
The blood He shed, His Spirit's power,
His promise of a crown,
All tell me that His every cloud
Is raining glory down.
(T.T.S.) |