Day By
Day
by
Barbara Philbrook
Day by day
is how I must live my life,
to think beyond that would be inviting strife.
I must
wait till I wake to see how the day will go,
whether I can move at a normal pace or must go slow.
Can I lift
an arm and brush my hair,
or must I wait till my honey can try to make it appear
fair.
Will I be
able to walk without excruciating pain,
or will there be things from which I will refrain.
Are the
floors going to be swept clean today,
or will my wish be that unexpected visitors stay away.
If I have
the strength to wash laundry today,
will I also have the ability to fold and put it away?
Lord I am
not complaining about the thorns in my side,
I know that sufficient is the grace You provide.
These are
just things that not everyone must wait to see,
before they can plan on what their day will be.
May I
count all that I face as glory dear Lord,
and may at the end of each day I gratefully applaud.
May my
complaints be meager and few,
and may I have nothing but gratitude dear Lord for You.
Even if in
time I have to live minute by minute,
may I still find Your precious love residing there in it.
 
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