How firm a foundation

by Baroness von Blomberg

How firm a foundation I have in my Lord! How sweet a relation with Him through His Word! The world may try testing the faith that I have, however, I'm resting In Him Who can save.

The winds may blow this way and that way at times, tempestuously sway at the pace of a crime. Courageous and steadfast I hold my own ground until the wild storm blast Has quietened down.

The crow of an oak tree may bend to an ache, but there is a decree that it ne’er shall break. In soil deeply rooted the tree stands the strains, it cannot be looted of strength that remains.

Exposed we are daily to things that pursue, but faith sings on gaily its songs that ring true. Most blessed is that one soul that takes the right course which leads to that high goal and counts all things but loss.

For in every wind storm a jewel you will find of something not earth-born but something sublime. Therein lie the riches that never will cease, despite how life pitches they further increase.

The more opposition the stronger we grow; the more in position the weaker the foe. How firm a foundation I have in my Lord! How sweet a relation with Him through His Word!