I marvel as You lead me over mountains
and over vales;
And when I often fall,
You soothe away my pains.
I marvel at Thy patience,
I marvel at Thy love,
I marvel at Thy faith in me
And what I can become.
I marvel as You lead me over mountains
and over vales;
And when I often fall,
You soothe away my pains.
I marvel at Thy patience,
I marvel at Thy love,
I marvel at Thy faith in me
And what I can become.
When
in the realms of heaven
You
asked me what in mortality
I
wanted to be,
It
was so easy, I said I wanted
To
be like Thee.
You
warned me of the suffering
That
would have to equal in measure
To
what you would suffer for me;
That
my life would not be easy
But
that You would
make
up for everything.
Now
I am here,
I
fear the refiners’ fire of the kiln
When
Your potter hands are moulding me
But
I try to be the woman I was who said
She
wanted to be like Thee.
Some
days I want to change my wish
I
am not worthy to bear my suffering,
But
then I notice the chains
around
my heart are broken,
and
I remember:
You
will make up for everything.
- CATHRYNE ALLEN
(Art: Spring of Life by Chris Brazelton)
When
you softly whisper to my soul
I
know the Father is there
Ever
mindful of my needful care.
When
you softly whisper to my soul
I
know the Saviour will rescue me
When
I am tempest tossed onto a troubled sea.
When
you softly whisper to my soul
I
know angels are waiting to lift my heart
In
the still of the darkest night.
When
you softly whisper to my soul
I
know You will bring me home
And
never abandon my care,
You
are the gift that will guide me there.
-
CATHRYNE
ALLEN
I hear Your voice in empty silence
When loneliness envelops me;
I hear Your voice in violent storms
That plague Me in mortality;
I hear Your voice in my struggles
That never let me be;
I hear Your voice when You pilot me
On dangerous journeys of earthly seas;
I hear Your voice beckoning me
To stay the course because
You will never abandon me.
I hear Your voice getting closer
And more distinct on the narrow path
That leads me home to Thee.
I see Your arms wide open
Waiting to welcome me.
- CATHRYNE ALLEN
(Art: Be Not Afraid by LDS Book Store)
Never before had a fisherman stepped
Onto the waves of the sea.
He knew how quickly they could
Take him into the depths of the deep.
But the Master had bid him come
And he ached to be with Him.
Like Peter of old, I fear to step
Out of the rocking boat,
I fear losing the ground beneath my feet.
I see Him in the distance,
His hand outstretched waiting for me,
I too long to be with Him
But the waves try so eagerly to swallow me.
The boat rocks and seeks to destroy me,
I cry my tears of daily pain
And I wonder if anything of me will remain.
I wait for Him to come to me to rescue me
And like Peter deliver me from the depths
Of the raging sea;
I hear Him say:
“To know yourself,
YOU have to come to ME.”
- CATHRYNE ALLEN
(Art: Step of Faith by Michael Malm)
Thou
art the source of all my blessings,
Thou
art the source of all my joys,
Thou
art the living water
I
drink with haste
And
savour each and every drop
So
careful of tragic waste.
Feed
me Saviour ever more
The
love that flows with every cup
Grant
me my fill each day
That keeps me living and bears me up.
- CATHRYNE ALLEN
(Art by AI)
She had heard of His wonderous works
As His fame spread throughout the land.
With fear and shame she approached,
Afraid to ask for a miracle at His hand.
If she could just touch, not having to beg,
His power would make her whole
And a clean woman she would again be.
He speaks: “Daughter, thy faith hath
Made thee whole, come, follow me.”
- CATHRYNE ALLEN
(Art: Divine Healing by Ron DiCianni)