When I think upon you, Lord
Leave the rush of cark and care
Set my troubles clear aside
Resolute to find you there.
You will never disappoint
You address each hurting soul
Draw the heart to Gospel tales
Bring it back to vigour, whole.
Nothing but your Word brings life
Nothing but your touch brings joy
Nothing but your alchemy
Yields the gold from sin’s alloy.
Doug Blair, Waterloo, Ontario