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


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! 


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

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


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