Consider My Meditation
Morning Mists rise all around
Lapping gently its watery sound
Against this vessel unafraid
Pushing along whom He has made
Again and tomorrow I’ll meditate
His finger writing on soul I wait
Directing this path quietly He bade
With hand held out, as timidly I wade
This water too deep to comfortably abide
Content I am to in His boat ride
Rest my soul and body breathe deep
Spirit be faithful until I sleep.
Copyright 2009
by Mary Jane Q CrossTwo songs follow based on Psalm 3 Lifter of my Head and A Shield About Me

