Father,
I have no good apart from you.
No good. Not one sweet breath,
Or escape from death.
No fresh spring rain
Or lilting refrain.
Master, I have no good apart from you.
Not one sunny day
Or lover’s nosegay.
No long night’s rest
Or pleasant jest.
No good. No good, No good apart from you.
My shell cracks and beauty fades
My wealth a generous waste.
Moments of peace, glimpses of beauty
Reveal as they melt – were barely a taste.
But as I feel you fill my lungs,
Only faith and hope sustain me,
That I will see you with my own eyes.
Then this mirage I will despise.
I have no good apart from you.
Amen! Excellent write, Abby! And, so very very true! I would add that the more I focus on God, and the more He rules my life, the more beautiful and wondrous the beautiful and wondrous things are.
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I’m so honored and encouraged when you read my blog, Charles.
Beautiful!
Thank you Theresa!