Often the day is well on the way before the poem is complete...
and the lines get tucked in between toast, tea and other such crumbs and spills.
Let's pray our day is never not-so-well on its way
because we didn't pray
We all need God so much whether our cares are great or small,
public or private, He cares for one and all
and in the prayer-room His peace frees us from fear's would-be shackles!
Aren't you thankful?!
To
this end, stay alert with all perseverance
in your prayers for all the
saints.
From yonder portal of new day
Resounds Mercy’s role call
Where true believers bow to pray
No care too great or small
To lay before our gracious God
As long as life endures
We plea for grace to trust the rod
That tests what faith secures
The brunt of consequence unkind
The fear of the unknown
The snares set for the idle mind
The heart, as hard as stone
All these would fill a bitter cup
Hope would not be restored
Save for the pleas that we lift up
To pour before the Lord
Thus by God’s grace with prayer-braced might
We face what waits to be
We walk by faith and not by sight
Where God’s love sets us free
To live without fear’s binding dread
To rise above despair
To trust Him for what lies ahead
To hear our humble prayer
© Janet Martin
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