Wednesday, February 9, 2011
While Driving my Daughter to Work.....
The burnished sprockets of a new day
Stretch from far banks purple and gray
In the half-light of dawn, the mist
Is a low-laden pillow, slumber-kissed
Our breath freezes on the air
In little mini-clouds of prayer
It is foolish to tarnish this day
With the dark shadows of yesterday
We lift them to the Higher Light
He helps us walk by faith, not sight
It is because of the Lord's mercies
that we are not consumed, because
His compassions fail not.
They are new every morning;
Great is Thy faithfulness.