This poem was written early in the morning on January 4th, 1998.  It flowed out of my spirit and I did not need to change a word!

The sweetness of my Savior nigh

Is dearer than the tears I cry

His tender, warm and caring touch

Enable me to endure much

 

For He, my Lord, has gone before

A quiet Lamb as He was shorn.

No man can take away the gain

Which He has giv’n me thru the pain.

 

Though men may not yet understand

This sheep is His – I have His brand

And nothing will deter me more

From passing through each open door

That leads me ever sweeter near

The One who counts my every tear.

 

© 1998 HIM/CAVenable

 

Glory be to God!

“You have taken account of my wanderings; You have put my tears in Your bottle. Are they not in Your book?”  Psalm 56:8

“Now it is God who establishes both us and you in Christ. He anointed us, placed His seal on us, and put His Spirit in our hearts as a pledge of what is to come.”                   2 Corinthians 1:21-22