~ A Taste Of Glory ~

David Whittaker

 

I got a taste of Glory

As each note with care I played

The songs would tell a story

How on Christ, my sin was laid.

Those times when I was lonely

And had no place to turn

My hope was in Him only

And at His feet I'd learn, that

Shadows come as part of life

I'd rather this not be

For shadows often made me cry

And I would not be free.

But in the shadows He was there

Just as He said He'd be

To let me know how much He cared

And was waiting just for me.

To lead me to a higher place

A place prepared for me

Where I'll forever see His face

Where I will e'er be free.