When I Grow Tired

 Sometimes when I grow tired and long to rest -

Wishing I could lay aside my load,

Feeling I have given life my best,

Smiled so that my heartache never showed -

I am sorely tempted to complain,

Especially when blood and bone grow weak,

But then I take a longer look again,

And my lot doesn't seem so cold or bleak.

For I have memories of lovely things,

Returning to me at a moment's call,

In dead of Winter there's a bird who sings

And morning glories climbing up a wall.

I have stored securely in my heart

The vision of a thousand Summer days,

So life and I just walk a bit apart

That I may hear the forest when it prays.

~ Grace E. Easley

At dawn let me hear of Your kindness,

for in You I trust. Show me the path I

should walk, for to You I entrust my life.

Psalm 143:8