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IT'S BEEN ONE OF THOSE DAYS

 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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