The last day of November, Lord
– then one more month
and 2024 is history…
It’s been quite a year, Lord:
not without its blessings
but laden, too, with burdens…
And where I live,
November’s parting shot comes
with cold rain stripping fall’s last leaves
from bare and spindly branches
just outside my door…
But I choose today, Lord:
the warmth and strength of your embrace,
the shelter of your heart,
as the haven for my lonely soul,
a refuge for my prayer
and my hope for what’s to come….
No storm can shake my inmost calm
while to your side, I’m clinging;
you are the Lord of heaven and earth
– how can I keep from singing?
How Can I Keep From Singing
