Always New
I cannot live on God's Grace, Mercy of yesterday,
which like a shadow that can't be held, goes it's way.
Given with love, it needs to be new and willing
Always like the manna, be fresh and filling..
I need to drink of the living water each day,
Not sip by sip, now and then,or waste it away.
The Peace I feel as His Hand holds mine.
I Thank Him that I don't have to stand in a line.....
Copyright © Edith D Eutsler | Year Posted 2015
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