Some days I’m in Your workroom and You look around the door
To see if I have finished what we talked about before.
At other times I feel alone and empty of everything
That should be said, or thought, or sung, and some leading to begin.
That’s when I need to be quite still and ponder on Your love
And send up ‘thankyou’s’ from my heart that You can hear above
For I could never ever tell in this my earthly tongue
The gratitude that swells my heart that to You, Lord, I belong.
The days seem long, but life is short, of that I am convinced
And that’s why in my messages You’ll find my words aren’t minced
For none of us can ever know just what tomorrow costs
And Lord, I want to be assured that no one will be lost.
Wyn Barratt. Jan 2013.