Lord, I should have spoken,
For the heart was
open, listening then;
Now the spell is
I will never pass
that way again.
Oh! The joys we miss when we still
Putting off obedience...moments, days;
If our eyes were open to the blessings
We would sprint to do and to obey!
A New Prayer
Into higher realms, we pray Thee, take
Teach us greater truths than e'er
Give our hearts a touch oh Heaven's
And our eyes a glimpse of Heaven's
Let our feet be swift to do your
And our hands so willingly for your
Let our lips bring forth Your songs
And quickly witness every time you
Storms always come in the spring of
There's always a struggle and dealings
There's always some searching and
quite a few tears...
But no storm can last forever, dear.
You will be proud when you look back
That you made it through...still
For the clouds will break and the sun
And God will shine a rainbow for you!
Poetry copyrighted by
Joan Clifton Costner
All rights reserved.
Midi is called "Every Night"
Copyright by Bruce De Boer
Used with permission.