It’s Friday, Lord, I look to You
As my week ends at last.
The busy pace is winding down,
The worst of it, now past.
To rest within Your peace.
I gaze upon Your creation
And feel my stress release.
That soothes my restless mind?
A moth, a mountain, the wide sea,
In each, Your grace I find.
And some too vast to see,
But that which You know I need most,
You always give to me.
And let Your peace wash through.
Tomorrow may bring fresh chaos,
Tonight, it’s me and You.
You will keep in perfect peace those whose minds
are steadfast, because they trust in you. Trust in the Lord forever, for the
Lord, the Lord himself, is the Rock eternal.
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