CROSSINGS
I came to the swift, raging river,/And the roar held the echo of fear;/”Oh, Lord, give me wings to fly over,/If you are, as You promised, quite near.”
But He said, “Trust the grace I am giving,/All-pervasive, sufficient for you.
Take My hand — we will face this together;/But My plan is — not over, but through.” Lee Webber, Santa Rosa, California From Guideposts, May, 1986.
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