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.
Ps.91:1

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