Oh, that God would mold this clay,
nothing but dust, dirt and decay!
And yet, in me, He saw some worth;
He sent his Son, from Heaven to Earth.
To lay down his life, upon the cross,
to thirst, and bleed, and suffer loss.
And so for me, His Glory awaits;
one day I’ll walk, through pearly gates.
So nothing to fear, because I am free;
His rod and His staff, they comfort me.
The shadow of death, there is no escape,
But God’s in the valley, my soul, to take.
As a tiny girl, often, my mom and I, prayed the prayer, “Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep.” I was always comforted by this bedtime ritual. As an adult, when I think on the memory, I find I am blessed just as much now, as I was then; perhaps even more. Thus was the inspiration for this poem.
“Mama, thank you for the foundations of strength you’ve given me. I am a better woman because of you.”
(Daily prompt: Luck)
Luck has nothing to do with my spiritual life. It is orchestrated by the hand of God.