The Poetry

Elizabeth Elliott

Precious Seed

Perhaps some future day, Lord,
Thy strong hand
Will lead me to the place
where I must stand
Utterly alone.
Alone, O gracious Lover,
but for Thee,
I shall be satisfied
if I can see
Jesus only.
I do not know Thy plan
for years to come.
My spirit finds in Thee
its perfect home,
Sufficiency.
Lord, all my desire
is before Thee now;
Lead on – no matter where,
no matter how.
I trust in Thee.