I woke at 4am yesterday, and the moment I began to pray, these verses began to flow with very little input from me at all:
Our lives are in his hands (Psalm 66:9; NLT).
In your hands, dear Lord,
I’ll rest,
Throughout each danger,
Loss and test,
However scared,
However stressed:
My Father.
In your hands, dear Lord,
I’ll stay,
Despite my troubles,
Every day,
However weary,
I will pray:
My Jesus.
In your hands, dear Lord,
I’ll die,
Then straight to you
My soul will fly,
For you are God,
Who shares each sigh:
My Spirit.
In your hands,
Dear Trinity,
I’ll live, forever
Joyful, free
To worship you
In ecstasy:
My Saviour.
God poured out the Holy Spirit abundantly on us through Jesus Christ our Savior, so that by his grace we might be put right with God and come into possession of the eternal life we hope for (Titus 3:6-7; GNT).
How very beautiful, my darling Ruth. You are in my prayers and forever in my thoughts.
Thank you so much, Bea – you too. You often come unto my mind during the day, and I always pray for you. See you soon at the next Fiat Rosary group, I hope? XXXXXX