The Garden

Michael Beck

The future weighs upon me
Tomorrow closes fast
A night I now must enter
I long for it to pass

With You I will go through it
Whatever may befall
Right now I need Your presence
Upon You I must call

Lord, You are my comfort
When trouble fills my soul
I dare not take the next step
Unless Your hand I hold

So much hangs in the balance
So much to me that’s dear
Into Your hands I place them
Lord, shield me from all fear

You are my loving Father
You are my faithful Friend
Your eyes have been upon me
You see a blessed end

A place which others run from
But with You I will face
No matter what the suffering
Uphold me by Your grace

For when tomorrow’s over
And tears have turned to smiles
Your hand I will remember
I squeezed in every mile

Michael Beck is a pastor in the Dallas, TX area and the main author on Signpost. Receive a daily devotional he publishes every morning via email.