I Believe in Christ

I would like to stat with the words to my favorite hymn;

A poor wayfaring man of grief hath
often crossed me on my way,
Who sued so humbly for relief that
I could never answer nay.
I had not power to ask his name,
where to he went, or whence he came;
Yetthere was something in his eye
That won my love; I knew not why.

Once, when my scanty meal was spread,
He entered; not a word he spake,
Just perishing for want of bread.
I gave him all; he blessed it, brake,
And ate, but gave me part again.
Mine was an angel's portion
then, for while I fed with eager haste,
The crust was manna to my taste

I spied him where a fountain burst
Clear from the rock; his strength was gone.
The heedless water mocked his thirst;
He heard it, saw it hurrying on.
I ran and raised the suffer up;
Thrice from the stream he drained my cup,
Dipped and returned it running o'er;
I drank and never thirsted more

Twas night; the floods were out; it blew
A winter hurricane aloof
I heard his voice abroad and flew
To bid him welcome to my roof.
I warmed and clothed and cheered my guest
And laid him on my couch to rest,
Then made the earth my bed and seemed
In Eden's garden while I dreamed.

Stript, wounded, beaten nigh to death
I found him by the highway side.
I roused his pulse, brought back his breath,
Revived his spirit, and supplied
Wine, oil, refreshmenthe was healed.
I had myself a wound concealed,
But from that hour forgot the smart,
And peace bound up my broken heart.

In pris'n I saw him next, condemned
To meet a traitor's doom at morn.
The tide of lying tongues I stemmed,
And honored him 'mid shame and scorn.
My friendship's utmost zeal to try,
He asked if I for him would die.
The flesh was weak; my blood ran chill,
But my free spirit cried, "I will!"

Then in a moment to my view
The stranger started from disguise.
The tokens in his hands I knew;
The Savior stood before mine eyes.
He spake, and my poor name he named,
"Of me thou hast not been ashamed.
These deeds shall thy memorial be;
Fear not, thou didst unto me."

I know that my redeemer lives. My faith is still growing, but I want to be the person that would risk my life for my savior. I know that he loves me, that he died for me, and that he is with me always. I know that the prophet receives revelation from Him and that the things that the prophet teaches us come directly from the Lord. I know that He hears and answers my prayers. Even when times are tough and it feels like he has left me I know that He is testing my faith and that He is the one giving me strength to endure through it all. I know that with His love I need to do the best I can to love Him in return. I need to love one another, serve my brothers and sisters, and if asked to give my life for Him I need to valiantly stand up and declare "I will!"