Walking with God

Even in the fiery furnace
My Father walks with me
As through the smoke and hazy heat
His blessed form I see,
Rebuking the destructive force
Of flames that round me rise;
He walks so close I see the deep
Compassion in His eyes.

Along the rough and rocky road
He never leaves my side,
And climbing treacherous mountains
He's my unfailing Guide.
His arm is strong to lean upon,
His shoulder is my rest,
The comfort of His presence sweet
My strength in every test.

But far more than mere survival;
His gracious presence gives
The power to be victorious
Through Christ, Who in me lives.
It's not my strength that conquered
The battlefields I've trod -
It's Jesus walking with me
As I have walked with God!

Honoria A. Groves