Anywhere I would walk close to Thee, Lord;
Anywhere I would be a vessel of your Grace, Lord;
Anywhere I would be a blessing, Lord;
Even though there may be fears of the unknown,
Even though there may be tears of the bittersweet past,
Anywhere, Lord: Send me I pray.
Everyone loves in different ways.
The silent sufferings, the quiet blissfulness of the presence, the amazing patience, the giving of time, money and self.
The big ship goes ahead, opening the way for the little boat trailing behind. It is often caught in the stormy blast, and it shows up in the scars. Though strong and mighty in presence and action, it has its fears which is deeply hidden. The little boat, when will it face the vast ocean on its own? Will it survive the giant waves and fierce winds? Tossed to and fro, it often cries out for help. When will it finally cast its anchor deep and secure into the everlasting rock?