Wednesday, September 11, 2013

In Prayer

   

Before the gold and gray consumes
my thought and draws me to its care
Lord, let me rest a little while
within Your gentle arms, in prayer

The ebb and flow, the high and low
of living, I could never bear
My Lord, if first I could not rest
within Your gentle arms, in prayer

Then, come what may of gold or gray
on life's highway; I journey where
Your presence whispers still to me
within Your gentle arms, in prayer

Janet~

12 years ago many of us fell on our faces pleading to God; may we every day plead to Him on the behalf of all who suffer and all who do not know Him! 




2 comments:

  1. Thank you, Janet, for the touching poem and for the recording to a favorite hymn. Blessings to you.

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  2. Sue, thank-you. Your words encourage me tonight. I LOVE that hymn too.

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