GRAY DAY

Lord, another gray day.
The flowers have had enough rain.
Weeds are exultant.
The gardener gets wet.
Sometimes, Lord, our lives
seem drenched with tears,
as sorrow after sorrow
is inflicted upon us.
We cry to you
and you still our hearts.
You say, “I am with you.”
Thank you, Lord, for being there
and loving us always.  Amen.

Matthew 28:19b
“And remember, I am with you always, to the end of the age.”

Hymn:  Precious Name

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