When you come to know the Father
And he takes your trembling hand
He will lead you on a journey
To a far off distant land.
When He quietly comes to greet you
In the early morning hue
You will find a world of wonder
As you waltz upon the dew.
When He whispers ever gently
In the noontide of the day
When you feel His blessed presence
It will take your breath away.
When you find a night of darkness
And you stumble to the ground
You will find the light of Jesus
He will never let you down.
When you come to know the Father
Not a thing will be the same
You will know the peace of Jesus
When you hear Him call your name.
Written by
Marilyn Ferguson © 2004
