...makes sense ...maybe it comes with the territory?
muscles sore -or just tense? perhaps another puzzle piece to the story...
thoughts coursing -- or just forcing their way out of my brain
inside, preocupied... cluttered like a storm drain...
much to think on.... much to drink in --still sorting through the pile...
God is faithful, ever watchful --causes me to smile. =)
colors change and rearrange as i recall a friend's words...
beauty dark, though deep and stark, within, a subtle danger lurks.
hope is light and full of life --gentle shades of blues and whites...
like a sky as clouds roll by --summer hues are bright; seem right...
time for changes in the mind... time brings changes in my life...
take a moment to breathe --but be careful not to fall behind
stay the course... keep the pace
no remorse ... run the race
cling to the source... seek His face...
like before, can't run in place...
must "PUSH" forward, by His grace...
fear leaves its incriminating trace
yet His peace greets me like a warm embrace.
i should sleep --it's getting late... later in the day, that is...
maybe it's too earlier to try to rhyme --should wait until the daylight breaks...
put aside the pondering time --put aside the muscle aches...
restful slumber shall be mine...
nothing trumps this peace of mind
that only comes from Him...
An hour now since i began... typing, as if i were writing with a feather pen that's wanting to take flight... dipping into the ink well (hmmm :-P)... eyes are telling me it's time to reconsider rest tonight --sleeping for a spell... will i sleep? time will tell...
:-)
~J~
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Shall I sleep tonight?
Dear Lord, shall I sleep this night?
Shall I slumber, dream my plight?
Father shall I rest tonight?
Relief until thine morning light?
And dost my king bid me adieu?
T’whom I’d run, who’d carry through?
Father you won’t leave me right?
Leave me nor forsake me might?
Always there for me sight keen?
Protecting me within thine mean?
Of course thy hand rolls high and nigh,
Always mindful by and by,
Present when I lack to feel,
Near when I’ve done all but kneel,
Of most enduring grace I know,
Thou wash-ed me of brightest snow,
Cleansed mine seen of troubled times,
Spotless garment mine of thine,
Righteousness what endless prime,
Provided for mine wretched crime,
Never must I doubt thine right,
Lord pry and pull, Lord fix my blight,
And as I lay upon my springs,
Resting in thine peace that brings,
Reassuring comfort soft,
Reposing high mine cozy loft,
I know of truth Lord that I might,
Of your accord, now sleep…this night…
James Byron Miller
Copyright ©2005 James Byron Miller
(March 25, 2005)
ahh... yes, familiar indeed... yet all the same: ^_^ thank you, Byron... i believe this is one of my faves by you, superhero (aka Poet of God :D )
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