All My Song Shall Be

Nearer, my God, to Thee, nearer to Thee!
E'en though it be a cross that raiseth me;
Still all my song shall be nearer, my God, to Thee,

Though like the wanderer, the sun gone down,
Darkness be over me, my rest a stone;
Yet in my dreams I'd be nearer, my God, to Thee,

There let the way appear steps unto heav'n;
All that Thou sendest me in mercy giv'n;
Angels to beckon me nearer, my God, to Thee,

Then with my waking thoughts bright with Thy praise,
Out of my stony griefs Bethel I'll raise;
So by my woes to be nearer, my God, to Thee,

Or if on joyful wing, cleaving the sky,
Sun, moon, and stars forgot, upwards I fly,
Still all my song shall be, nearer, my God, to Thee,

Oh, I wander. Yet, I feel that I am on the very cusp. I am on the edge. Angels do beckon me: I don't know who they are. I'd like to think that it is my grandpa Franklyn who watched over his little namesake. I'd like to think that Ephraim my father watches over little me. I'd like to think that my friends who I am baptized for are sad with me, and are happy for me. And if my woes bring me closer to my God, then send them my way. Nearer my God, to Thee, nearer to Thee.

With my waking thoughts, I will praise my Lord and Savior. All my songs shall be praises and prayers to Heavenly Father, until I will fly on joyful wing, cleaving the sky, with all things forgotten but how close to Father I fly.