My Friend To The End

 Father God, I come to you.

With my heart in my hand, though my words might be few.

Today has been, such a beautiful day.

And with gratitude my Daddy, I bow my head to pray.

Thank you so much, for your protection and such.

For without you near me, I cannot do anything much.

Your grace was sufficient and your wine filled my cup.

And your strength deep inside me, kept me from being a flop.

At the dawn of the day, I felt the touch of your hand.

And I knew without asking, that with mercy, I would stand.

As the wind blew my hair and I listened with my ear.

The sound of your voice, gave me reasons to cheer.

As I tarried through the course, you set before me today.

I thought without reason, how you answered my prayer.

For the gathering

of sheep, was my privilege to ask.

And by faith for to grab, lost souls were my task.

So Heavenly Father, my friend to the end.

I pray as you bless me, I will give and not lend.

For there are those whose cupboards, are laden with dust.

And awaiting Jireh's daughter, for to fill, as I must.