I came to a swift, raging river,
And the roar held the echo of fear.
"Oh, Lord, give me wings to fly over,
If you are, as You promised, quite near.
But He said, "Trust the grace I am giving,
All-pervasive, sufficient for you.
Take My hand--we will face this together:
But my plan is--not over, but through."
Thank you, Wendy