The common hours of the day
I see your Presence rise like starlight
in my child's eyes filled with laughter
In the mean moments of early morning
when discipline becomes the voice of mockery
I feel your Presence wrap my mind
in long-suffering, joyfilled approval
your smile resting with your Word on my forehead
In the Sunday morning hour
when everyone sits still, finally
I sing songs and hear stories of your Presence
the Presence who later today
will silence the Accuser
the Presence who will secure my home
as I open it to strangers
who will restore to me all I spend on those who cannot repay
who will strengthen my ill back
to bear up under my own burdens
and others' too; to love without agenda
or restraint
No comments:
Post a Comment