
Father, in the midst of Trial
Keep My heart secure.
Resting, trusting fully
In your Promsise sure.
Through the waters of affliction,
Deep, forboding though they be,
When my dearest friend’s forsake me
Keep my heart, my eyes on Thee.
The world may take from me all I own,
It may scorn me for my stand,
Yet, Father, draw me nearer
Lead me with Thy mighty hand.
Father, you know all my troubles,
Mold me in your perfect way
Let my heart be broken fully
That I will find in You my stay.
- Chantel Harding ’05




































Chantel, this poem is beautiful! God bless you and your amazing talent for writing. x
Isaiah 62:3
I needed that today, Chantel. Thank you!
What an encouragement! It is so comforting to be loved unconditionally by our Heavenly Father who feels our every infirmity!