New Land
by: Connie Faust
New land! Again, He gives me new land!
Can it mean that I have pleased
Him in the old?
I only trusted Him, and let Him lead me;
The wealth I sought was just
His words of gold.
I merely followed where He bid me enter,
And spoke of Him to those He sent my way.
When doubts arose,
I shared them not with children,
But sought what older, wiser men would say.
The hours I spent with Him
were hidden treasure;
Jewels that sparked in the sifting sand.
My needs were well-supplied
throughout the journey;
He carried all my burdens in His hand.
Sometimes I think
there’s no rest for the weary;
But yes, I know, refreshment He will bring,
And strength enough to see me
through the journey,
And food, and shelter underneath His wing.
I cannot shirk the task to which He sends me;
He’s taught me He’s the Master of design.
With peace, with joy,
With His strong arms around me,
The new land beckons me –
His land and mine!
Trust in the Lord with all thine heart,
And lean not unto thine own understanding.
In all thy ways, acknowledge Him,
And He will direct thy paths.
(Proverbs 3:5,6)