THROUGH IT ALL

Through the rough days,
When my soul is parched
And my lips are dry to praise you,
When feet is sore,
From traversing, looking for bread
Help me to remember You,
To count my blessings
And to fall in Your embrace…

Through the joyous days,
When my skies are blue
And my field, green
When all is well
And I feast like a King,
Help me to remember You,
Keep my soul from pride,
Lest I boast like the Rich Fool

Through every day,
When I wake up at dawn
And set out for the day,
When I am ready for life;
And may not know what is ahead,
Help me to see Your grace,
Help me to trust in You
And know that You’re e’er with me…

(c) Chukwudi I.

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