Friday, February 17, 2017

A Prayer

 Aren't you thankful this day is in the Giver's hands
no matter what its grant demands;
Whether of calm or storm

 Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High
    will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.

Be with us through this day
Its way we cannot see
There is no surer Stay, my Lord
To which the heart may flee

Be our strength and guide
The pride of man is weak
What joy to know that you abide
In spite of what we seek

The nature of man’s thought
Is not of faith, but fear
We learn to trust You through Your word
That draws Your Presence near

…then, when the light of dawn
Spawns shadows from yon west
Lord, grant for labor’s task well done
A night of peaceful rest

© Janet Martin

1 comment:

Thank you for your visit to this porch. I'd love to hear if or how this post/poem touched you!