Nearer

NEARER

In times of grief, in times of doubt, in times of peaceful rest,

The glitter of some better way puts Eden to the test.

I walk distracted glancing down broad roads that call to me,

But lasting peace is only found nearer God to Thee.

The rush of opportunity, I hesitate, I pause.

If I alone must choose my course, be wise beyond my flaws,

If sorting out the next best step falls heavily on me,

Then I am lost unless I find it nearer God to thee.

Persistent winds may shift the sands and make the way obscure,

And so it is so many times but still I walk secure.

Let desert drifts or white sand shores be destiny for me,

In tent or castle, Let me be, nearer God to Thee

Scott Swinton