A Prayer

Lord, keen in us a hunger for more than this world can fill

Move us with gladsome wonder where earth’s founts and bowers spill

And keep Faith fixed beyond this place where fear and doubt could hound

Lord, help us help the the wayward who seek but still have not Found

Lord, drive us to our knees with pleas roused by love’s tender care

Let us not be appeased by ease that else might set a snare

But keep us kind and humble; if we stumble help us stand

And never dare to grumble; blessed and covered by Your hand

Lord, let us not lose heart but use our lives to honour You

Where change constantly estranges us from what we hold or view

But leaves us disappointed without You; Lord, let us move

With footsteps grounded firmly in the comfort of Your love

Lord, lead us for we cannot see beyond each gifted breath

But this we know; no one evades the Reaper's Scythe of Death

Then keen in us a hunger for more than this world can give

And draw us to more need of you in each day that we live

© Janet Martin

 Let us not become weary in doing good,

 for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.

Gal.6:9