nearer, still nearer, close to Thy heart
draw me, my Savior, so precious Thou art
fold me, oh fold me close to Thy breast
shelter me safe in that haven of rest
shelter me safe in that haven of rest
nearer, still nearer, while life shall last
till safe in glory my anchor is cast
through endless ages, ever to be
nearer, my Savior, still nearer to Thee
nearer, my Savior, still nearer to Thee
nearer to Jesus.
held close to His heart.
sheltered under His wings.
safe.
secure.
sheltered.
in a world
feeling so unsafe.
insecure.
unsheltered.
at times the heart can do
no more than whisper a
song in the dark of night.
prayer rising to heaven
as an offering sweet
and a sacrifice of praise.
for does not even a whisper
feel like a sacrifice at times?
and is not that exactly
what makes it a sacrifice?
all this coming from
a heart looking up toward
heaven, searching for answers
sometimes not found.
and in this place of darkness,
He is near.
especially in this place
of darkness He is near.
the prayers of
a broken heart
a bleeding heart
a bruised heart
are precious beyond measure
to the heart of Jesus
nothing can snatch you or me
out of
His arms.
His heart.
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