Monday, August 31, 2015

Prayer For The Morning, Noon or Night





Lord, guard my heart from apathy
Lest heedlessly I dare
To scorn Thy sacred sympathy
That gilds night’s thinning air

Lord, tune the Want that fain doth sprout
To harbored plots within
Where tares of arrogance and doubt
Set snares beneath my skin

Lord, keep me from the cunning path
That seems to fit my plan
And yet the end thereof is death
Veiled in the ways of man

Lord, teach this shell of dust to trust
And let its lone worth be
The love that first You gave to us
Then we return to Thee

© Janet Martin

3 comments:

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    1. Hi Brenda, Thank-you and Happy September!

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  2. This is one I will read again and again and I needed to hear it today.

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