Laundry hanging in a row,
Why does catbird mock me so?
Praying prayers it cannot see,
Assenting quiet woe is me.
Faithful Witness, give me grace
for this next test that I must face.
Am I not strong enough to bear?
Lines on face show me the wear.
Going where I should not tread
Captive thoughts I will not dread.
I am afraid to offer me
But that I do, it must be free.
Please take, my Lord, all thoughts of mine
and bend them to the will of Thine.
If given not, I may betray
leading off the narrow way.
I need great wisdom and I ask
to be made stronger for my task.
To die in service, simple sounds
Compared to living here, earthbound.
So I must trust that Faithful You
When I am faithless You stay true.
©Pam Johnson 2007
“When my anxious thoughts multiply within me, Thy consolations delight my soul” (Psalm 94:19)