If you have gone a little way ahead of me, call back--
'Twill cheer my heart and help my feet along the stony track;
And if, perchance, Faith's light is dim, because the oil is low,
Your call will guide my lagging course as wearily I go.
Call back, and tell me that He went with you into the storm;
Call back, and say He kept you when the forest's roots were torn;
That when the heavens thundered and the earthquake shook the hill,
He bore you up and held you where the very air was still.
O friend, call back and tell me, for I cannot see your face;
They say it glows with triumph, and your feet bound in the race;
But there are mists between us, and my spirit eyes are dim,
And I cannot see the glory, though I long for word of Him.
But if you'll say He heard you when your prayer was but a cry,
And if you'll say He saw you through the night's sin-darkened sky--
If you have gone a little way ahead, O friend, call back--
Twill cheer my heart and help my feet along the stony track.
'Twill cheer my heart and help my feet along the stony track;
And if, perchance, Faith's light is dim, because the oil is low,
Your call will guide my lagging course as wearily I go.
Call back, and tell me that He went with you into the storm;
Call back, and say He kept you when the forest's roots were torn;
That when the heavens thundered and the earthquake shook the hill,
He bore you up and held you where the very air was still.
O friend, call back and tell me, for I cannot see your face;
They say it glows with triumph, and your feet bound in the race;
But there are mists between us, and my spirit eyes are dim,
And I cannot see the glory, though I long for word of Him.
But if you'll say He heard you when your prayer was but a cry,
And if you'll say He saw you through the night's sin-darkened sky--
If you have gone a little way ahead, O friend, call back--
Twill cheer my heart and help my feet along the stony track.
Author unknown. It's quoted in Streams in the Desert, by Mrs. Cowman, and also in Rosalind Goforth's book, Climbing, explaining why she was writing her story about being a missionary in China. Hopefully my blog will fulfill the same purpose on a much smaller scale.
A friend posted this on Facebook in honor of a mutual friend from a home schooling board who is losing her battle against breast cancer. Bless you, Sandy, for your faithfulness to the end, and for calling back as you made the journey heavenward. I look forward to meeting you someday for the most glorious meet-up imaginable.
Edited January 29 to add: Sandy passed away last night. Now I am praying for her husband and children left behind. She also left a legacy of real and online friends.
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