What a privilege and joy it is to be able to call God 'our Father who is in heaven'.To come to him each day as a thankful child, to trust in the goodness of his Fatherhood, to sit at his feet and worship and adore him. To trust each step of our earthly pilgrimage.
My task, possessing nought, to give;
No life to have, yet ever live--
And ever losing, gain;
To follow, knowing not the way;
If He shall call, to answer, "Yea--
All hail all shame and pain!"
Where silent in His Holy Place
I look enraptured on His Face
In glory undefiled;
And know the heaven of His kiss,
The doing nought, the simple bliss
Of being but a child.
Tersteegen
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