A piece of driftwood washed up onto the shores of my memory
from a far-away sea of many. Odd how one little wave carrying a small
scrap can ring chimes across a vast ocean’s surface to so far off lands of
Now all the earth is
Bright and glad with
Fresh flush of morn.
But all my heart is cold,
And dark and sad:
Sun of the soul let
me behold your dawn.
Come, Jesus, Lord,
Praying You quickly come,
According to your word.
What weather is coming for the Church?
Are the dark clouds lowering?
Let us observe the signs of the times
And prepare for conflict hovering.
When will the day dawn,
And shadows fade away?
Jesus, if You come not in person
To Your waiting Church this day,
Yet come in Spirit to my sighing heart,
And make it sing for joy.
“Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice!
Let your gentleness be evident to all.
The Lord is near.
Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation,
by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.
And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.” ~Philippians 4:4-7