IT’S BEEN ONE OF THOSE DAYS
Lord, it’s been one of those days
The kind when it’s so hard to sing your praise
When weariness o’ertakes you
And friends seem to forsake you
A day when you feel like life’s a maze
And you wonder if you’ll ever make it through.
Lord, it’s been one of those days again
But I can see your footprints in the sand
My strength is gone but you are carrying me
So just one set of footprints I can see
Your footprints making nail scars in the sand
Remind me of the nailprints in your hand.
My friends have had a day of sadness, too
They wonder how they’ll ever make it through
With failing health, they tell me how they feel
I tell them I will pray, they know I will.
But words come hard, this intercessor’s prayer
Depends on you, just knowing you are there
To get us all through bad days when they come
Reminding us we all will soon be home.
Lord, we all need comfort in these days
Lord, send your Paraclete, our spirits raise
Remind us of the horror you lived through
That day on Calvary they hurt you, too
But you stayed on the cross to pay the price
The day you were our willing Sacrifice
Help us not forget what you went through.
Our times are in your hand the Psalmist said
Our days both good or bad still lie ahead
But they are all known now, for you can see
Our future, as our past, and you will be
Our Comfort and our Guide through all our days
And in our blackest night we’ll sing your praise.
Copyright by Joan Rowden Hart April 23, 2018
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