Physically, I'm struggling today. Tiredness, dizziness, etc. Tomorrow I have to hit the road to Portland area... not far from here ... and a couple days after that I truly begin to hit my way home, but won't be there until next Sunday night, at the earliest, because I'll be stopping a couple places in eastern Oregon to teach a couple blog-friends about a particular form of spiritual warfare.
HOWEVER, I wrote this poem even before I came to the Lord. I was about 19 years old; wrote it in Seattle. How can I NOT share it today when I know my struggles are held in the Hand of my Dear Father Who loves me. Nothing/NOONE else counts.
Oh, and today's Word that struck me is Nehemiah 8:10, The joy of the Lord is my strength. And this poem has "joy" in it.
HIS HAND... HIS LOVE
He gave me His hand and led me
He gave me His Spirit to draw me To the Wonderful
He gave me His Grace and Compassion
His Joy, His Righteousness, too.
He gave me His Love and Mercy
And created a life wholly new.
He gave -- I received --
........Eternal Peace. He gave -- I received --
.............Love never to cease.