Nothing Compares

Should every door begin to close

Except the door to Heaven/s throne

Into His heart I will abide

Nothing compares to knowing Christ.

If darkened days do fill my years

And bring me still more waves of tears

I’ll rest in knowing He is there

Faithful to my every care.

If I must walk a road alone

I’ll be at peace. He is my home.

And joy will still bring precious praise

To daily capture His dear gaze.

For when my closet door is closed

All the pains of past windows

Are all but counted as a loss

For precious is the Savior’s cross.

Philippians 3:8

Indeed, I count everything as loss because of the surpassing worth of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord. For his sake I have suffered the loss of all things and count them as rubbish, in order that I may gain Christ.