Friday, 06 May 2011

• None But Thee

  Those of us who are believers, who follow the Way, are family.   We are not alone in the sense of being forsaken and without companions.   We are Christian and Faithful.   As a community, we are alone because we are not of this world.   At the times when we are feeling alone, we realize God's longing for fellowship; and we know why the agreement in the Godhead was made before the foundation of the world to redeem for Himself a remnant, a people for Himself. 

  When the enemy of our souls begins to point out to us the flaws in our brethren and to attempt to introduce feelings of superiority over our brothers because of their failures to measure up to our "standards,"  we become detached from that fellowship with God because we are withdrawing from the fellowship of believers.

  The world hates us, but among those in the world are still some who will hear our Shepherd's voice and will follow Him.  So our God directs us to tell the story of the gospel and to show His love to that world which, by and large, may never respond because there are some who are more alone than we are - detached as yet from their heavenly Father and the Christians who are to be their true brothers and sisters.

  This hymn speaks of our being alone with none but our God.   How true it is that our fellowship is in and with Christ, and in that way, our aloneness is very real.  These words make plain how precious is that aloneness and how blessed we are to be made part of His family:

  Alone with none but thee, my God,
  I journey on my way.
  What need I fear when thou art near,
  O King of night and day?
  More safe am I within thy hand
  than if a host should round me stand.
  
  My destined time is known to thee,
  and death will keep his hour;
  did warriors strong around me throng,
  they could not stay his power:
  no walls of stone can man defend
  when thou thy messenger dost send.
  
  My life I yield to thy decree,
  and bow to thy control
  in peaceful calm, for from thine arm
  no power can wrest my soul.
  Could earthly omens e'er appal

  a man that heeds the heavenly call?
  
  The child of God can fear no ill,
  his chosen dread no foe;
  we leave our fate with thee, and wait
  thy bidding when to go.
  'Tis not from chance our comfort springs.
  thou art our trust, O King of kings.
  

  
  
  
  

   

  
  
  
  

   

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