These days
Slowly monotonous,
It seems time is the only one changing.
This day grates against the next
Each as fragile as the one before,
We do not know when You will call us home.
So while we are here
In the spaces of life
You have so carefully ordained,
Would you give us, please
The grace to bear up under each one
And the patience to hold fast to You
The One whose constance we shall never grow weary of.
Beautiful Lyds, thank you for your words. This rings true with how I feel these days.
ReplyDeleteThanks Zoe, so encouraging to hear that and always a huge compliment coming from you.
ReplyDeleteLyds you really are talented.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much Kim, that means a lot.
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