MORE and MORE

As good a gift that I have received,
Nothing can surpass the gift in whom I believe.
For He alone is all I need;
He died, He bled, He freed for me.
What greater gift can I ask for,
Besides knowing Him more and more.

When life seems like it may collide,
His arms are there for me to hide.
The safest place; in Him I abide;
My God, my friend, actually I’m His bride.
What greater gift can I ask for,
To be loved by Him more and more.

Heaven is my final resting place.
Not through me, but by His grace,
That one day I may see His face;
He strengthens, sustains, throughout thy race.
What greater gift can I ask for,
To be with Him more and more.

J.S. Neustaeter