Thursday, August 6, 2009
Yesterday may seem so dreary,
And today may seem so dry,
The future may seem so bleak,
Gloomy days, full of streak.
I ask the Lord why this is so,
Bad days are here, nothing's aglow.
And through His word, God says to me,
"Be not afraid, My hands hold thee."
He further says He truly cares,
In all the earth, there's nothing dear.
You and I, friend, He's still in charge;
And day by day we are recharged.
Don't worry 'cause we're here to thrive,
The roads seem rough, we still survive;
For God is there, why worry still?
Upcoming best in heaven's real.
(c) August 2009, Luisa Mercado