The Source of Power
When I do not stop to pray,
The cross is hard to bear;
‘Tis then that heaven seems far away
And God seems not to care.
When I cannot find one hour–
(O, What a meager cost!)–
‘Tis then I seem to have no power
To witness to the lost.
When I do not start the day
With Christ, my All in All,
‘Tis then that Satan has his way
And I am sure to fall.
‘Tis then that little things annoy
And feelings crave release,
‘Tis then I seem to lose His joy
And miss His inward peace.
Lord, let me look into Thy face
Till all else fades away,
Then shall my spirit learn Thy grace,
My heart shall learn to pray.
by Barbara C. Ryberg