Dear Father ...
This day belongs to You,
I'm only borrowing the hours;
I seek to follow Your will,
to be led of Thy great power.
I long to sit at Your feet,
to absorb Your wisdom, so grand.
I long to walk by Your side,
and to have You hold my hand.
Father ...
I resolve to persevere and push
onward, never to turn back, or quit,
but to see Your plans bear fruition,
to be delivered, from the pit.
I have climbed the high mountain
peaks, I have stumbled in the valleys
below; but I am here with You, Father,
wherever You would have me go.
~ Sandra Lewis Pringle ~
©2008