The Love of My Father
It is the love of My Father
which brings everlasting peace,
which fills my cup to overflowing,
which causes storms to cease.
His love is clothed in splendor,
wrapped in His garment of light.
He removes the dark clouds of mystery,
and leads us through the night.
His love brings streams into the deserts,
pools of water, from sinking sand;
He stretches out the heavens as a tent,
by the power of His hand.
It is His love which calls us from distant places,
back into the homeland,
which is our own.
He quiets the troublesome spirit,
and we no longer wish to roam.
It is His love, the perfect love,
which tends His wounded sheep.
It is by His love, His perfect love,
that we are able to sow, and reap.
May the meditations of our hearts,
please Him in every way.
May we walk in His perfect love,
every hour of each new day.
~© Sandra Lewis Pringle~
