After Isaiah 9:6 and Psalm 121
The journey goes on,
often interminably,
as we toil upward
to the hills.
And as we walk
this road together,
we sing the sing
that’s always new.
My help is from the Lord,
he who does not sleep,
he who holds us in his hand,
he who prevents our slips and falls,
he who protects against
the dangers of night,
the dangers of day,
he who shields us from evil,
he who protects our lives,
and he did it then,
he does it now, and
he does it forever.
Photograph by Iva Rajović via Unsplash. Used with permission.
1 comment:
Then, now and forever . . .
Blessings, Glynn!
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