Looking up towards heaven,
this is the day that the Lord has made...
yet the new day with all of its' promise
retains vestiges of what clings and stings from yesterday...
"My mercies are new every morning" I can hear my Lord say;
yet the fog of emotion pulls me back to the land of regret and anxiety.
I try to cast my care on Him,
but the fishing pole at my side seems to hold onto whatever I attempt to cast.
I feel the care speed back to the depths of my soul...
"My grace is sufficient" adds the Spirit with patience;
knowing my frame is a package of dust and spirit
"fearfully and wonderfully made" as my Lord tells it...
and I choose to believe Him over whatever other source attempts to convince...
Lord, this is the day that You have made.
Help me to rejoice and be glad in the work of Your hands...
for I know that I know that your love endures forever;
awaiting my confessions of failures and fears...
Take my hand today, Lord, as every day...
and hold on tightly as I step out in faith;
knowing that Your grace is sufficient for my needs...
and that You are everything I need to survive.
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3 comments:
I really can relate to this one Lynne!!!
Thanks for this.
I am so glad you were blessed by this. What better reason to write is there? I cannot think of a better reason to post than to encourage someone else....
Thanks for your response.
Have a cup o'joy
and a fresh taste of the bread of heaven...
Lynne
these words resonate with my soul too. such a feeling of clinging to things we know are true but can't get our anxious hearts to believe...
this would be perfect on A4TH. please email it to me and I'll put it up for sat and sun!
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