Lord, let Thy present blessing
Slip from us, not soon forgot
By the craving of a wind-song
In the gasp of what is not
Lord, teach us true contentment
Not by things we hold or see
But to know each tender blessing
Is a gracious gift from Thee
Lord, on my face I fall to plea
For victims of despair
And little children who must flee
From those who ought to care
Lord, open up our eyes to see
Not objects of vain greed
But humbly teach us how to be
Servant to creature need
Lord, let Thy tender blessings
Never be misunderstood
As offerings of entitlement
We all are flesh and blood
…and none of us is greater
Or lesser; all are dust
Teach us how to love each other
Sharing what you loan to us
And let Thy tender blessing
Slip from us not soon forgot
By the craving of a wind-song
In the gasp of what is not
© Janet Martin
Michael Bull Roberts attended our worship services on Sunday morning
and then spoke to some of the youth for the afternoon, sharing his story. I am reading his book...words fail me as I read his story! He told them that he did not include the most ghastly details of his life in this book!