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My Thanks ~ Joan Clifton Costner





My Thanks

Across the seas, in lands beyond,
The saints and martyrs glow.
How can I stand before your face
With those who suffered so?
When I've forgotten e'en to pray
For them for days ~~ for weeks;
And I have suffered nothing
For the kingdom that I seek.
What joy 'twould be to clasp the hand
Of one who stood for You;
Nor ere denied one single word
Of Yours they knew 'twas true;
But can my eyes e'er look in theirs?
(For they have given all) ~~
And I, who could, can scarcely seem
To speak Your name at all.
Oh, God! I can but wonder ~~
For I love those saints so true, ~~
I've never suffered for Your sake,
But, Lord, I love You too.
Help me, gracious Lord, to do
And say the things I should;
To stand for right and ne'er deny
One portion of Thy word.
One glorious day we'll stand before
Thy throne and see Thy face;
Hand in hand we'll marvel at
The wonder of Your grace.
Thank You, Lord, that time will be
Measured never more;
And I can take eternity
To thank those I adore!


© by Joan Clifton Costner


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