The Quest

In His loving care,
I have come to rest,
Find in sweet communion,
Renewed strength to do my best.

 For in my darkest hour,
When I am sore distressed,
I come wounded and discouraged,
To lie on Jesus’ breast.

 Only there do I find hope,
Healing peace He manifests,
Find within Christ’s loving embrace,
The ending of my quest.  

(C) 1994, 2024 Carolyn R Scheidies
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