by B-Miles Jackson
God gathers those who sorrows,
God gathers those burdened,
God gathers those reproached by men.
God saves the afflicted,
The lame and poor of spirit.
I would have fainted had I not believed.
God gathers those driven,
God gathers those put to shame,
God gathers at the appointed time.
God appoints them to earth,
for simple joy, praise or fame;
At the appointed time he rejoices over you;
Quiet you with his love,
As he gathers you to himself.
Last updated April 19, 2015