Late, this counts for last week’s poem, but it’s here.
Here’s the first stanza:
These holy thoughts I need, I need,
To keep my feet upon your Way:
You, O Lord, will not mislead,
Your faithfulness will not betray.
If you’d like to read the whole poem, send me an email and I’ll forward it to you. It doesn’t sign you up to the list. That’s done here.
“Your peace becomes my cup to drink,
To soothe my every anxious thought;”
right on, just what I needed today, come to the water (Is 55:1-3)
Tom