With cries and whines and "needs."
At 6:50 in the morning,
Making eggs is not my dream.
By 2:30 after noon,
I had just laid down to nap.
It's Sunday I was told--
A day to stop, renew, refresh.
My head had touched the pillow
When through the monitor I heard,
The awakening of my youngest,
Like his sensor sent a word.
"Are you there, God? Do you care?
I'm tired and want a breath."
"My grace will be sufficient;
Keep your eyes on Me for rest."
He strengthened weary bones,
Brought fresh hope amidst the cloud.
His grace will be sufficient--
A promise firm and strong and sound.
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