Alone By Dan Crawford

“The hill was steep, but cheered along the way 
By converse sweet, I mounted on the thought 

That so it might be till the height was reached; 

But suddenly a narrow winding path 

Appeared, and then the Master said, ‘My child, 

Here thou wilt safest walk with Me alone.’ 
“I trembled, yet my heart’s deep trust replied, 

‘So be it, Lord.’ He took my feeble hand 

In His, accepting thus my will to yield Him 

All, and to find all in Him. 

One long, dark moment, 

And no friend I saw, save Jesus only. 
“But oh! so tenderly He led me on 

And up, and spoke to me such words of cheer, 

Such secret whisperings of His wondrous love, 

That soon I told Him all my grief and fear, 

And leaned on His strong arm confidingly. 
“And then I found my footsteps quickened, 

And light ineffable, the rugged way 

Illumined, such light as only can be seen 

In close companionship with God. 
“A little while, and we shall meet again 

The loved and lost; but in the rapturous joy 

Of greetings, such as here we cannot know, 

And happy song, and heavenly embraces, 

And tender recollections rushing back 

Of pilgrim life, methinks one memory 

More dear and sacred than the rest, shall rise, 
“And we who gather in the golden streets, 

Shall oft be stirred to speak with grateful love 

Of that dark day when Jesus bade us climb 

Some narrow steep, leaning on Him alone.” 

“There is no high hill but beside some deep valley. 

There is no birth without a pang.”

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Author: Tony

Helper and advocate. Partner in time to Sue, Shropshire lad living in Kansas, gardener, and son of the living God