Lay them quietly at His feet
one by one:
each desire, however sweet,
just begun;
dreams still hazy, growing bright;
hope just poised; winged for flight—
all your longing each delight
every one.
At His feet and leave them there,
never fear;
every heartache, crushing care—
trembling tear;
you will find Him always true,
men may fail you, friends be few,
He will prove Himself to you
far more dear.
RUTH GRAHAM BELL
FROM HER BOOK ” FOOTPRINTS OF A PILGRIM