Tuesday 16 September 2014

and I thank You


Each gust of breath that bears the butterfly to the flower on the tree
Each sigh of breeze that sways the leaves on a weeping willow 
These things speak of thee
Each leaf of grass that breaks out of the ground
Each note in the symphony of forest sounds
These speak your name profound

By the to and fro
you let us know
we are not alone in our lives
By knowing with our hearts
how agonising to be apart
You seek to be reunited 
with your bride
By gentle silence
yet without relent
You guide us all the night
By sleep and dream
by a sequence of means
you are there in the fight

In your loving hands
Your countenance which understands
In your sight that comprehends
You are a constant friend
In Your act of Grace
In not turning Your face
In sanctifying disgrace
You saved us all
and I thank You
.

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