My times are in Your hands, and I

Would hardly hope to choose

This walk You walk with me, Oh God

My tender heart, now soft and bruised

And Thou dost know my way, Oh Lord

And follow You, I must

And with the breeze, still, comes Thy Voice

“The rose most fragrant when it’s crushed”

“Tis through thy pain I add my grace,

And though thy flower is crushed,

With tender Hand, I’ll dry thy face,

And comfort you, I must”

“For even in this barren place

My blessings do not fail,

The manna of My peace will fall,

At turns along your trail”

“And I won’t leave you comfortless,

and I will come to you

to smooth the petals back again,

and ointment for thy bruise”

“When twilight falls, and darkness hides

your grief from all on earth, but Me

Remember child, I linger close

Your silent tears, my angels see”

“For even this, your troubled place

will surely come, to pass

And surely I will walk with you

If you will but ask”

“Your rose will bloom, aye, yet again

your tender bruise will fade

For I will surely carry you

From out this lonely shade”

“So cling to Me, Oh little one

‘til flowers bloom again

Oh walk with Me, come talk with Me

Sweet showers I will send”

“For I best know your way, Oh child

and follow Me, you must”

And with the breeze, still comes His Voice

“The rose most fragrant when it’s crushed”