I'm standing on the banks of old Jordan
Looking toward the other side
The winds are howling, waves are lapping
I'm looking for a place to hide

The murky waters now surround me
In comes a thundering  tide
Rescue me now my blessed Jesus
In thy bosom let me hide

I long for the peace that awaits me
When I go the very last mile
Waters are too deep for me to travel
So I'll rest here a little while

I'll rest on the rock of my salvation
Though the storms are raging 'round
I hear the sound of angels singing
Could that be a trumpet sound?

I see the beam of that old light house
There He will hide me safely
It won't be long 'til the gates will open
Where Jesus is waiting for me

~*~

Yolanda Cohen © 2007

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