Lay them quietly at His feet

one by one:

each desire, however sweet,

just begun;

dreams still hazy, growing bright;

hope just poised, winged for flight;

all your longing each delight—

every one.

At His feet and leave them there,

never fear; 

every heartache, crushing care—

trembling tear;

you will find Him always true,

men may fail you, friends be few,

He will prove Himself to you

far more dear. 

 

Taken by permission from “Ruth Bell Graham’s Collected Poems,” by Ruth Bell Graham. ©1977, 1992, 1997, The Ruth Bell Graham Literary Trust.