When the minute you are in is too painful
Step back and look at the hour.
When the hour has more hurts in than minutes,
Take a minute to think of God’s power.
That the sun rose at all and the grass grows
Are testament to His great love,
And evening always will follow
the afternoon’s blessing of sun.
See the week and how quickly it passes,
Then the month takes you on through the year,
Look back to Gethsemane’s trial
And His love seems so much more near.
See your life, it is but a fleeting,
Before we behold His face,
Think of singing to Him for forever,
And you put that minute in its place.
by Lynne Trower Smith
Used with Permission