By Tom D Blakely
It seemed I had a rough old day
Waoh! Like a punch bag I did sway
Getting thumped and knocked about
Sometimes very near knocked out.
Mostly taken up the wrong way
By Christians too, or so they say
I did this, or I didn’t do that
Oh, gossip is the devil’s trap.
I didn’t defend myself at all
For I knew God was in control
It wasn’t about all-important me
Yesterday was Jesus’ day, you see.
I’d prayed morning, noon and night
That He would stay and keep me right
What belongs to me belongs to Him:
The essence of been born again.
This is not just about material things
But in all the conflicts that life brings
And at the end of an imperfect day
I closed my eyes in bed to pray.
I thanked God for giving inner peace
As from myself He did release
God asked me if I had a wish?
I said: That all my days might be like this.
‘And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding,
will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.’