Father, this hymn seems appropriate this morning.
Precious Lord, take my hand,
Lead me on, let me stand,
I am tired, I am weak, I am worn;
Through the storm, through the night,
Lead me on to the light.
It makes no sense to feel regret for my frailty for that is a big part of who we are. I know that. You know that. I cannot do anything to make that go away. But what I do, and should regret, is not taking Your hand. Where I am weak, You are strong. When I am tired and worn, You, Lord, are continuously refreshed and ready for battle. Storms may come, darkness abounds but You are not hindered, You are not thwarted. You, the Light, lead me on. Forgive me, Lord, help me to grab hold of Your hand and to not let go. You are my salvation.
Jan 3rd, Sun, 7:51 am