A poem of praise to my God to start the new year off right.
As the calendar turns, so we turn our eyes toward new hopes, new dreams, and yes---new fears.
Not a wish, then blow out the candles, But a hope— An earnest desire with the expectation that it will come to pass
Wait for me. Keep the pace we’ve come to know....
Even the youths shall faint and be weary, and the young men shall utterly fall: But they that wait upon the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.
The shield of faith quenches the fiery darts of the enemy of our souls.
Why do you say, “My plight is hidden from the Lord, and my cause has passed out of God’s notice”?
When nights are long from lack of sleep, When wounds received from friends are deep, When, often sowing, I seldom reap, I will praise the Lord.