In Honor of My Mom

“When Jesus therefore saw His mother, and the disciple whom He loved standing by, He said to His mother, ‘Woman, behold your son!'” (John 19:26)

She is now 92 and in a nursing home. She was born a year before one of her favorite hymns (Christian songs) was written. In her honor, I would like to reproduce “I Will Pilot Thee,” written by Emily D. Wilson. I trust these words will be a blessing to you as it has been to her (and myself) over the years:

Sometimes, when my faith would falter and no sunlight I can see; I just lift mine eyes to Jesus And I whisper, “Pilot me.”

Often, when my soul is weary and the days seem, oh, so long. I just look up to my Pilot and I hear this blessed song;

When temptations ’round me gather and I almost lose my way, Somehow, in the raving tempest, I can hear my Savior say,

When I come to Jordan’s river and its troubled waters see, On the brink I’ll see my Savior and I know He’ll pilot me.

FEAR THOU NOT, FOR I’LL BE WITH THEE, I WILL STILL THY PILOT ME; NEVER MIND THE TOSSING BILLOWS, TAKE MY HAND AND TRUST IN ME.