Lay them quietly at His feet
one by one:
each desire, however sweet,
dreams still hazy, growing bright;
hope just poised, winged for flight;
all your longing each delight—
At His feet and leave them there,
every heartache, crushing care—
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.