a poem

Taken aside by Jesus, to feel the touch of His hand.

To rest for a while in the shadows of the Rock in a weary land.

Taken aside by Jesus, in the loneliness, dark and drear.

Where no other comfort may reach me, than His voice to my heart dear.

Taken aside by Jesus, to be quite alone with Him,

To hear His wonderful tones of love,

‘Mid the silence and shadows dim.

Taken aside by Jesus, shall I shrink from the desert place?

When I hear as I’ve never heard before and see Him face to face.

Streams In The Desert – August 27th reading.