I often hear
Your still, small voice
As clearly as
a song.
That little
whisper of Your love
Comes through
so loud and strong.
When I most
want to cry,
Is just
enough to remind me
That You are
right nearby.
Or soft rain
in the trees,
Brings comfort
to my worried mind
And puts my
heart at ease.
Of that, no
doubt can be,
Because they
clearly come from One
Who well knows
and loves me.
You love me
even still.
Lord, I thank
You with all my heart,
My mind, body
and will.
Give thanks
to the Lord, for he is good; his love endures forever.
Wednesday, September 4, 2024
Your Enduring Love
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