Lord Jesus,
My soul sings of Your
goodness and marvels at Your mercies.
For I have journeyed as a
pilgrim in foreign lands. I have walked
amongst the thorns and bushes with spines.
I have known the burning of a white-hot sun in a cloudless sky and felt
the sting of dust driven by unceasing winds.
The path before me drew out without end and hungry dogs shadowed me on
either side. My spirit failed when I
could find no rest. Yes, I have been a
pilgrim in a thirsty land - parched and desolate.
And then, when I could go no
further, when all hope was lost, You allowed me a glimpse of Your goodness, a touch of Your mercies. You brought me into Your garden and shaded my
head with coolness. A garden with
flowers and vines laden with grapes. A
garden of quiet and peace. A garden
scented with Your Holiness.
You provided comfort for my
weary feet. And You fed me with the
firstfruits of Your glory. Choice
lamb and meats of other flavors. Bread
and vintage wine. A feast never ending
and spiced with Your love.
Yes, Lord Jesus, my soul
sings of Your goodness and marvels at Your mercies.
Amen.
Psalm 23:4 “Yea,
though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil……”
Romans 8:38-39 “For
I am persuaded that neither death nor life, nor angels nor principalities nor
powers, nor things present nor things to come, nor height nor depth, nor any
other created thing, shall be able to separate us from the love of God which is
in Christ Jesus our Lord.”
Genesis 2:15 “Then
the Lord God took the man and put him in the garden……”
