His Warm Embrace
The dark of night is mine alone
To spend in silent reverie,
In solo, introspective thought
and not brooding melancholy.
The battle is not mine, but God's.
He's not intended me to fight.
I'm purposed, seems, for something odd;
To witness to His pow'r and might.
I've drifted oft' so far away.
Seems I am that roaming gnome.
Rememb'ring prayer is not my strength
Until the end of day is gloam.
All thanksgiving to the One
Who seasons life with grace.
To taste and see that He is good
Leads to His warm embrace.
Copyright © Chuck Novotny | Year Posted 2012
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