Saturday, February 21, 2009

Carer’s Comfort.

I won’t tell you tomorrow will be better
If it’s not you will feel let down
But I’ll tell you it will be different
God will move things around.

Things may be easier tomorrow
Or your faith may be stretched out
But it always will be different
Don’t whinge or cry or shout

He’s making a saint of you
And not a martyr here
He’ll give you strength for each new day
Just lean on Him, He’s near.

W.B. Feb 2009.

2 comments:

Marja said...

"I'll tell you it will be different"... I like that Wyn, that is a way of looking at each new day through the eyes of God who made it! Thanks for your poem!

wyn said...

Thanks Marja,
It is quite true things are a little different each day. Sometimes better and sometimes not so good, but God is good and keeps His loved poured into each situation.