Thy Way is Perfect

Here is one of my favourite poems by Amy Carmichael:


Long is the way, and very steep the slope -
Strengthen me once again, O God of hope.

Far, very far, the summit doth appear -
But Thou art near my God, but Thou art near.

And Thou wilt give me, with my daily food
Pow'rs of endurance - courage, fortitude.

Thy way is perfect, only let that way
Be clear before my feet from day to day.

Thou art my portion, saith my soul to Thee -
Oh, what a portion, is my God to me!

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