I Will Cling to Christ

I will cling to Christ  Like wet clothes to the skin

Like a moth to cloth  Like the lost to their sin

I will cling to Christ Like ivy clings to a wall

A scared child to its Mother, Lest she should fall

Like a morning glory  To its trellis clings

I will cling to Christ And will rest ‘neath His wings

I will cling to Christ Like a babe at the breast

I will shelter in Him Like a chick in its nest

I’ll not cling to wealth Nor cling to power

Or to memories That fade like the flower

I’ll not cling to sacrifice,  Nor favor nor fame

I’ll adhere to my Lord- Cling to Him without shame

I look to the day when  I’m  drawn to His side

Never to be parted- Fore’er to abide

To my Savior I’ll cling- Until that great day

As a branch of His vine- and here I will stay

Inspired by a quotation from Katharina Von Bora

Anthony Foster

February 7, 2022