Category: Poetry

When Dreams Can Come

Sleep eludes my body;

I lie awake in bed,

My eyes refuse to close.

The worries of the day

And the nagging thoughts of night

Continue to impose.

I long for peaceful rest,

A break from what once was

And what will soon become.

Just a little sweet repose,

When the burdens fall away

And the dreams can come.

Jesus, lend Your mercy,

Please pour on me your grace

And receive my prayer – 

I know You see my plight,

And in Your tender arms

Hold me in Your care. ❤

In His Hand

Pitter patter,

Rain spatters

Down the rooftop of our home.

 

A dark night,

And out of sight

Is the sun that once did roam.

 

I feel my heart

Stop and start,

Pondering the worries that I face;

 

I can’t let go –

Release control,

For I need things done my way.

 

But there’s a God

Whose staff and rod

Will guide me as I pray.

 

I give it up,

Lift up my cup –

Let the Lord pour in His plan;

 

He knows what’s best,

And I can rest

Fully surrounded in His hand.

Photo Credit: Mark Doda

Sweet is the Road

“The road is too rough,” I said;

“It is uphill all the way;

No flowers, but thorns instead;

And the skies overhead are gray.”

But One took my hand at the entrance dim,

And sweet is the road that I walk with Him.

“The cross is too great,” I cried —

“More than the back can bear,

So rough and heavy and wide,

And nobody near to care.”

And One stooped softly and touched my hand:

“I know. I care. And I understand.”

Then why do we fret and cry;

Cross-bearers all we go:

But the road ends by and by

In the dearest place we know,

And every step in the journey we

May take in the Lord’s own company.

~ from Streams in the Desert, by L. B. Cowman, May 8th entry

Photo Credit: Aleksandra Boguslawska