If Ever I Loved Thee...

When William Ralph Featherson was sixteen years old, he wrote the following poem:

My Jesus, I Love Thee

My Jesus, I love Thee, I know Thou art mine;
For Thee all the follies of sin I resign.
My gracious Redeemer, my Savior art Thou;
If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus 'tis now.

I love Thee because Thou has first loved me
And purchased my pardon on Calvary's tree.
I love Thee for wearing the thorns on Thy brow;
If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus 'tis now.

I love Thee in life, I will love Thee in death,
And praise Thee as long as Thou lendest me breath;
And say when the death dew lies cold on my brow,
If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus 'tis now.

In Mansions of glory and endless delight,
I'll ever adore Thee in heaven so bright;
I'll sing with the glittering crown on my brow;
If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, 'tis now.

His life was rather short. He died when he was only 26 years old. Ironically, he never heard the song for it was not set to music until three years after his death. Little is known about his life and yet the words he penned have blessed the hearts of millions around the world.

The words of the third stanza jump out at me:

I love Thee in life, I will love Thee in death, And praise Thee as long as Thou lendest me breath; And say when the death dew lies cold on my brow, If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus 'tis now.

Can we say the same? Will we love Him in death... as well as in life? Will we love Him and cling to Him even in the midst of the storm; even as we walk through the Valley of the Shadow of Death?

That's what love does, you know. It never fails. It is constant, it is faithful. It loves... no matter what.

If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus 'tis now.

Blessings!

K :princess: