At the beginning of this new year, I want this to be the prayer of my heart.
My daughter-in-law Sarah shared this poem with me several years ago, and we often refer to it.
They are hard words. At any cost? By any road? And yet, isn't God Himself - our Father, our Creator, our Savior, the One who loves us beyond comprehension - worth anything that it may cost us?
And so, I pray for the grace to pray these hard words.
MY GOAL IS GOD HIMSELF
by Frances Brook
My goal is God, Himself, not joy, nor peace,
Nor even blessing, but Himself my God,
'Tis His to lead me there —not mine, but His—
At any cost, dear Lord, by any road.
And love can trust her Lord to lead her there;
Upheld by Him, my soul is following hard
Till God hath full fulfilled my deepest prayer.
No matter if the way be sometimes dark.
No matter though the cost be oft-times great,
He knoweth how I best shall reach the mark.
The way that leads to Him must needs be straight.
One thing I know, I cannot say Him nay;
One thing I do, I press towards my Lord;
My God my glory here, from day to day,
And in the glory there my great Reward.