Make glad this day in love’s kind way
Plant words of gentleness and cheer
For soon the hour, like spring’s sweet flow’r
Will yield its bloom and disappear
Make glad this day of gold or gray
How swift the veil of twilight falls
To fold the page upon a stage
Of scenes that only thought recalls
Make glad this day in some small way
Do not withhold from God His due
From His embrace this day of grace
He freely gives to me and you
© Janet Martin
This day begins gray with a forecast of much rain.
I look about my house, not warmed gold by the sun
but the grayness seems to amplify everything that is not done.
Yet, before a huge sigh escapes my lips
I am reminded of love’s prescript
and humbly I lift my thought to pray,
Lord, help me to make glad this day.
One evening as we were preparing supper I asked Victoria how we could make this meal extra-special to celebrate a seemingly ordinary day. She darted to my china cupboard, returned with a crystal bowl for the carrot sticks:)