His Mercies Ever New

January 5th, 2012 § 0 comments

I lift my face in upward gaze
In want of heaven’s bright face.
I squint and strain through hellish haze
To glimpse that awesome place.

So often sought, but often not
Found on this earthly sphere.
This tiny blue-green spinning dot;
My comfort isn’t here.

It’s in the One who made this place.
His loving hands hold true.
The gentle grip of love and grace.
His mercies ever new.

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