Lord, Lord, Lord,
How I miss You in ink.
Those sweet Holy whispers.
That playful encouraging wink.
Your Spirit flowing through
My pen swiftly obeying,
Sharing with other souls
What You are saying.
Where is that path
That once was clear?
I know I’m on the right one.
I feel You here.
I know You are my Light
Guiding my path.
I know You provide my needs
In all that I hath.
It’s just this trail
Seems to go so long.
I sometimes wonder
Can I go on?
Yet I know You’re here,
And You’re leading the way..
Help me to hang on
For that peaceful day.

7.1.2021 Thursday
Written by Gail Brookshire