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At the End of the Day
As the sun sets in the west; it's light grows dim.
The illumination of the moon,
Brightens the darkest of nights
Filling the spirit of man to the brim.
God gives and God takes away.
Perchance on the 'morrow
The eastern sun will shine again;
The oceans, seas, and winds obey His every command;
The heavens sing His praises;
The stars, the moon, the sun, and the knees of man
Will bow down before Him.
Worlds will pay homage to the great I AM.
God gives and God takes away.
The days of man are but a season;
His light will gradually decline; his limbs will become weak.
Life's trials and heartaches will bring tears of regret;
Agony will fill the soul.
Man's days have been numbered.
When your Book of Life opens as a scroll,
Will your name be read aloud? Is your light shinning brightly
Through the blackest cloud? Are you praising Him
When you are restless and tossed about?
Do you lift your voice to Him at the end of the day,
As you find your energy slowly slipping away
And tears of anguish fill your eyes?
Are you down on your knees to pray?
For God, who sits on the Heavenly throne,
Has for everything a purpose.
A piece of coal, compressed, becomes a diamond.
A seed, before it grows, is planted, watered,
And with tender care will become an entity unto it's own.
The gardens, the fields, the earth, will eventually produce;
It struggles to give birth. God is still in control.
He and He alone gives the increase;
God, our bright and shining star, aches for us when we go astray.
Let us Pray

Ecclesiastes 3:1 (NIV) There is a time for everything, and a season for activity under the heavens.

1 Corinthians 3:7-8 I planted, Apollos watered, but God gave the growth. So neither he who plants nor he who waters is anything, but only God who gives the growth. He who plants and he who waters are one...
*NOTE: So often we wait until there is a crisis before we call on him or when trials arise, and temptations soar, HE is the first one we condemn and turn our backs on. There is no way man can forgive your sins, or console you. Life happens. If I am sick, I see a Doctor; if I have a legal problem, I consult a lawyer; if my tooth aches, I see the dentist; if my heart aches, I call on God.
At the end of my day, when I feel my energy slipping away, I take it to God.

Janice Bumbalough Marler /2017

By dolores39

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