Where He Leads Me

Where He Leads Me

I can hear my Savior calling,
I can hear my Savior calling,
I can hear my Savior calling,
“Take thy cross and follow, follow me.”

Refrain:
Where he leads me I will follow,
where he leads me I will follow,
where he leads me I will follow;
I’ll go with him, with him all the way.

I’ll go with him through the garden,
I’ll go with him through the garden,
I’ll go with him through the garden,
I’ll go with him, with him all the way.
(Refrain)

He will give me grace and glory,
He will give me grace and glory,
He will give me grace and glory,
and go with me, with me all the way.
(Refrain)

Text: E.W. Blandy
Music: John S. Norris
Audio: Stephen Sollars
Photo: Mindy Dalton

exalted

The loftiness of man shall be bowed down,
And the haughtiness of men shall be brought low;
The Lord alone will be exalted in that day
Isaiah 2:17-18

Photo by Marge McCoy

sheep

My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me:
John 10:27

Photo by Marge McCoy

flowers

Flowers always make people better, happier, and more helpful; they are sunshine, food and medicine for the soul.
Luther Burbank

Photo by Elizabeth Melton Parsons

world

This is my Father’s world,
and to my listening ears
all nature sings, and round me rings
the music of the spheres.
This is my Father’s world:
I rest me in the thought
of rocks and trees, of skies and seas;
his hand the wonders wrought.
Maltbie D. Babcock

Photo by Aaron Paul Lazar

spring

The spring is fresh and fearless
And every leaf is new,
The world is brimmed with moonlight,
The lilac brimmed with dew.

Here in the moving shadows
I catch my breath and sing –
My heart is fresh and fearless
And over-brimmed with spring.

— Sara Teasdale
Photo by Marge McCoy

light dwells

Blessed be the name of God forever and ever, to whom belong wisdom and might. He changes times and seasons . . . He knows what is in the darkness, and the light dwells with Him.
Daniel 2: 20 & 22

Photo: Bryan Leach

Lord, I’m Coming Home

Lord, I’m Coming Home

I’ve wandered far away from God,
Now I’m coming home;
The paths of sin too long I’ve trod,
Lord, I’m coming home.

Refrain:
Coming home, coming home,
Nevermore to roam;
Open wide Thine arms of love,
Lord, I’m coming home.

I’ve wasted many precious years,
Now I’m coming home;
I now repent with bitter tears,
Lord, I’m coming home.
Refrain

My soul is sick, my heart is sore,
Now I’m coming home;
My strength renew, my hope restore,
Lord, I’m coming home.
Refrain

Hymn: William J. Kirkpatrick (1892)
Audio: Stephen Sollars
Photo: Marge McCoy

my anxious thoughts

In the multitude of my anxious thoughts within me thy comforts have delighted my soul.
Psalm 94:19

Photo by Jean Pike

secret

But when you pray, go into your room, close the door and pray to your Father, who is unseen. Then your Father, who sees what is done in secret, will reward you.
Matthew 6:6

Photo by Cheryl Cook