Last night I went to the Music and Madness concert with Mark Lowry, Stan Whitmire, and The Martins. It was a great concert. Even though I was sleep deprived and a little disappointed that some of my friends couldn't be there like we had planned, I still loved every minute of it. I always do. In fact, when they come somewhere near my home again, I might just go see it by myself so I can go again. If they come to a city near you, you should go see it. You won't be disappointed.
I thought I would share another one of my grandma's poems.
By Violet Carr
I'm walking with my hand in Thine
Just trusting Lord in Thee
For Thou doth know what lies ahead
The path is plain to see.
Thou has a plan it's for my good
And my path Thou shall direct
And Thou will lead me ever on
And all other paths reject.
But I'd rather walk with Thee, dear Lord
Though the clouds hang dark o'er head
And trust Thy hands to hold me
Than choose the brightest path instead
For though the path be worn and rugged
And someone calls retreat
I find Thy hands holding me
As Thou keeps me on my feet.
Then the hill I climb grows steeper
And it looks like I might fall
Then I hear Thy gentle soothing words
"I'm watching over all."
Then in weariness, I'm resting
But my joy is now complete
For I'm listening to Thy voice
As I'm resting at Thy feet
And the Spirit, Thy Word unfolds
And my eyes find treasures bright
And my spirit soars on high
Finding there my souls delight
Thy blessed Word, Thy hidden treasures
Stored for me to search, to find
Lord Thou will lead me, keep me ever
Keep me body, soul, and mind
Until the time this path shall end
Then joy beyond compare
As when Thy loving face I see
As I greet Thee over there
And Thou will know the path I journeyed
For Thou held me by the hand
Then once again, Ill thank Thee
For the path that Thou had planned.
Psalm 18:2 Psalm 27:5