He's
helping me now--this moment,
Though I
may not see it or hear,
Perhaps by
a friend far distant,
Perhaps by
a stranger near,
Perhaps by
a spoken message
Perhaps by
the printed word;
In ways
that I know and know not
I have the
help of the Lord.
He's
keeping me now--this moment,
However I
need it most,
Perhaps by
a single angel,
Perhaps by
a mighty host,
Perhaps by
the chain that frets me,
Or the
walls that shut me in;
In ways
that I know or know not
He keeps me
from harm and sin.
He's
guiding me now--this moment,
In pathways
easy or hard,
Perhaps by
a door wide open,
Perhaps by
a door fast barred,
Perhaps by
a joy withholden
Perhaps by
a gladness given;
In ways
that I know and know not,
He's
leading me up to heaven.
He's using
me now--this moment,
And whether
I go or stand,
Perhaps by
a plan accomplished
Perhaps
when he stays my hand,
Perhaps by
a word in season
Perhaps by
a silent prayer;
In ways
that I know and know not,
His labor
of love I share.
Annie
Johnson Flint
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