When world recedes only high trust proceeds
Gathering, gleaning all forward with lead.
Called from the Altar of worship that sings
Praise of the Faithful, of the One named Our King.
Our leanings may shatter, a day may bewilder,
Hours, even minutes can steal the familiar.
Here is the opening, there is the door.
Wondrous moment casts us to the fore.
Holy instant born, drawn near to the crux.
Opportune can soak with Grace in such flux.
Herein we enter the highest thrones gaze,
With Marvel, heart’s awe and the deepest of praise.
© 2018 Linda Willows
I will praise the Lord no matter what happens. I will constantly speak of his glories and grace. I will boast of all his kindness to me. Let all who are discouraged take heart.Let us praise the Lord together and exalt his name.
1 Peter 5:10
And the God of all grace, who called you to his eternal glory in Christ, after you have suffered a little while, will himself restore you and make you strong, firm and steadfast.
19 The righteous person may have many troubles, but the LORD delivers him from them all;