Perhaps Today
I cannot tell when Christ will come
But every day, I know
That He might come before tonight
And pray, “Lord, be it so!”
I wait that moment breathlessly,
I listen for His cry
When all the living and the dead
Shall meet Him in the sky.
But if there still is work to do,
Some others yet to win,
Then may I be His instrument
To bring them unto Him.
I long to sit at Jesus’ feet
To look into His face;
‘Twill take eternity to tell
The wonders of His grace.
By Barbara C. Ryberg