sonnet on endurance

Text by Nathan Howe

My Savior is the Lord of Outstreched Arms,
Inviting all to look to Him and live.
To reach Him, I must stand against the storms,
Encouraged by the peace I know He'll give.

My Savior is the Lord of Healing Hands,
Though healing may not happen right away.
To work and wait and strive for all we can
Will stretch our souls until the perfect day.

My Savior knows the pains of every heart,
For He has felt the sting of every sin.
He promises, if I will do my part,
He'll lift me up and lead me home again.

O Father, wilt Thou help me to endure
The fire that will refine and make me pure!

©2006 Nathan Howe

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