I can hear the rain outside... My room's dark... I'm tired. I worked 11 hours today and then did Grow Group... I'm tired, but not quite ready to sleep. I have much on my mind and heart and I haven't even begun to think.... 'Twixt gleam of joy and clouds of doubt Our feeling come and go; Our best estate is tossed about in ceaseless ebb and flow: No mood of feeling, form of thought, is constant for a day; But thou, O Lord, Thou changest not; The same thou art always. I grasp They strength, make it mine own, My heart with peace is blessed: I loose my hold and then comes down Darkness, and cold unrest. Let me no more my comfort draw From my frail hold of thee; In this alone rejoice with awe- Thy mighty grasp of me. (John Campbell Shairp) |