The often changing circumstances of life and death force us to turn from the gifts to the Giver. His gifts change, but He never does.
No Shadow of
Turning
Each person has his sorrows
And
knows his heart’s own grief,
But sometimes in a fellow
We
gain a slight relief.
We find a kindred spirit,
And don’t feel quite alone,
And thank the One great Giver
Whose love thereby is shown.
But life is always changing,
And comforts rarely last.
They come and stay a season
That all too soon is past.
And every earthly friendship,
The deepest and most blessed,
So fraught with human weakness,
Is temporal at best.
Nita Brainard
But God is always constant.
He
doesn’t turn or shift.
In Him there is no shadow,
Though
changed may be His gift.
In all the varied seasons
He sends us from above,
His faithfulness won’t waver
And we can trust His love.
Nita Brainard
Another beautiful poem from a kindred spirit. I praise the Lord for you :-)
ReplyDeleteThanks for linking up with me over at WholeHearted Home this Wednesday, Nita :-)
Thank you!! I needed this today!
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