Holding On To Him

There must be somewhere in between

The storms that toss me now

And the peace that comes at last

When, at your throne, I bow.

There must be someplace where the winds

Don’t drive the cutting rain

To tear my heart and fill my world

With sorrow and with pain.

But if there is or if there’s not,

The difference is the same,

For I will hold on to your word

And praise your holy name.

So let the storms of life blow through,

Though I’m out on a limb,

I have no fear that I will fall;

I’m holding fast to him.

Hebrews 3:14

We have come to share in Christ, if indeed we hold our original conviction firmly to the very end.