[You may listen to an old recording of this song here. Get the lead sheet here.]
When I feel like running away
From all the things that keep troubling me daily,
I fall at the foot of the cross
And bathe in God’s perfect peace.
As God’s love floods into my soul
And washes those things that keep troubling me so,
I watch as they shrink in His hands
Till they seem so harmless.
I no longer feel like running away;
Troubles are real, but they look small in God’s hands.
When I place my life in His care,
He gives me perfect peace.
As God’s love floods into my soul
And washes those things that keep troubling me so,
I watch as they shrink in His hands
Till they seem so harmless.
I no longer feel like running away;
Troubles are real, but they look small in God’s hands.
When I place my life in His care,
He gives me perfect peace
About This Song:
I recall a time when a dear friend was undergoing an immense amount of pressure. She had to temporarily step back from her official responsibilities to keep from going off the deep end. She wasn’t running away, though; she was just taking time to “fall at the foot of the cross and bathe in God’s perfect peace.”
What about you? Do you have a problem that makes you feel like giving up and running away?
If you take them to God expecting Him to magically solve them for you, you may be disappointed. But be assured He wants to give you a sense of peace about them.
You recall the old spiritual “He’s Got the Whole World in His Hands”? In hands as full of this world’s troubles, how much smaller your problems look in comparison. Yet how reassuring it is to remember that He always has room for your problems and mine.
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Best regards,
Roger
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