Though friends receive the blessing I had wanted,

     And I am left without a hope,

I know my faith in God will stand undaunted,

     For He will give me strength to cope.

 

If I must face the trial of disaster,

     Though friends forsake on every side,

I still will love my only Lord and Master,

     And I will praise the Lamb who died.

 

Though evil men will prosper in their mission

     And I must in my want procede,

I still have hope of heaven’s full fruition

     For Jesus Christ is all I need.

 

And If I never get my wanted blessing,

     A sacrifice of praise I’ll bring;

His goodness and His matchless love confessing;

     I’ll honor Him my Lord and King.

 

                    Part II

 

I turned my eyes to God and asked a favor,

    But two full years have passed since then,

And how I feel is still the same in flavor

    As what was flowing through my pen.

 

For I have yet to get my wanted blessing.

    I’ve wept and cried and prayed and sighed.

I chased my dreams, conniving, hoping,  stressing,

    But nothing worked, whate’er I tried.

 

I trust my Shepherd knows where He has lead me.

    He’s had me travel all alone,

And though I love the pastures where He’s fed me,

    I want a family of my own.

 

I don’t deserve the blessing I’m requesting,

    And I will here renew my vow:

If disappointment never stops molesting,

    I still will serve my Saviour now.

 

And If I never get my wanted blessing,

     A sacrifice of praise I’ll bring;

His goodness and His matchless love confessing,

     I’ll honor Him my Lord and King.

 

~Ezra Brainard, March 2014

 

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