A Little Talk
With Jesus

A little talk with Jesus,—
How it smooths the rugged road!
How it seems to help me onward,
When I faint beneath my load!
When my heart is crushed with sorrow,
And mine eyes with tears are dim,
There is naught can yield me comfort
Like a little talk with Him.

I tell Him I am weary,
And I fain would be at rest;
But I still will wait His bidding,
For His way is always best.
Then His promise ever cheers me
`Mid all the cares of life:—
"I am come, and soon in glory
Will end thy toil and strife."

Ah, that is what I’m wanting,
His lovely face to see—
And I’m not afraid to say it,
I know He’s wanting me.
He gave His life a ransom
To make me all His own,
And He’ll ne’er forget His promise
To me, His purchased one.

The way is sometimes weary
To yonder nearing clime,
But a little talk with Jesus
Hath helped me many a time.
The more I come to know Him,
And all His grace explore,
It sets me ever longing
To know Him more and more.

Poems of Dawn