Over and again…
I find myself in overcomer’s pew…
still standing.
Not by my strength but it’s…You
who has stilled the rue
and my praises cease not…ascending.
Over and again…
faithfully...You...are beside…
wantonly...I cling.
My fledging quest to persevere is revived...
and shadowing fears…subside
lifting this heart… to sing.
Whereby, I recall…
that even before my first breath
it was…You…that chased death.
Thus, with this tending still leasing…
but, in fact…ever increasing…
You take time to often convey
to this mound of clay…
Your Love.
If between…us…there is space
it is not Your choice, but rather...
my base.
For all I need do is trust...
keeping...You...in sight
and found in each
sun and moon’s light, is...
You, Dear Jesus ...over and again
ISAIAH 26:4
(c)jmsbell 7/26/24
Regis. 🙏