Finding the Key

Finding The Key

He comes, He comes

I know He comes

Tho, yet, I fail to see

His wings

Still I know He comes

He’s here in you and me.

He comes, He comes

And sooths my soul

The dreadful tempest He’ll surely calm

If I can trust to be made whole

Just trust in Him, I’ll find the balm

He comes, I know He comes

He’s here, beside me in my bower

He shows me when

To stretch my hand

To another soul more sorely stress

He gives me strength in every hour

In blessing others, I am blest

He comes and holds me to His heart

Then sends me faith to do my part

To heal the sick and bring them peace

To share what I’ve been given

When finally, upon my knees

I’ve touched a bit of heaven.

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