A Visiting Vision
On most days
When I am bent over, with anxiety wrapped
A shroud threatening to be a pall
Promising warmth
But adding not a single hour
To my life
On most days
When I am sighing deeply, forgetting slowly
That thy faithful promises are my armour and protection
In your grace
On days such as these
You say, lift up your face! behold!
And I look up to see
The same sight
And a smile unfurls on my face
I see
A father with his child
Dad's delight is just learning to walk
Holding on, trusting her father's hand
Tis no doubt a rare sight
On a University campus
Teeming with shapes
That throw shadows of fret,
Weighed under books to be read
Only thy mercy
Can send me visions such as this
That reminds me of who I am
Because of you
I will lay aside
This shawl of sullen colours
And drape hope tight
Because I belong to thee
My father and hope
When I am bent over, with anxiety wrapped
A shroud threatening to be a pall
Promising warmth
To my life
On most days
When I am sighing deeply, forgetting slowly
That thy faithful promises are my armour and protection
In your grace
On days such as these
You say, lift up your face! behold!
And I look up to see
The same sight
And a smile unfurls on my face
I see
A father with his child
Dad's delight is just learning to walk
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| photo courtesy:more4kids.info |
Tis no doubt a rare sight
On a University campus
Teeming with shapes
That throw shadows of fret,
Weighed under books to be read
Only thy mercy
Can send me visions such as this
That reminds me of who I am
Because of you
I will lay aside
This shawl of sullen colours
And drape hope tight
Because I belong to thee
My father and hope
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