(with apologies to Thomas Hardy)

Christ in sky

When a gracious and loving God calls to me,
From up the sky and says, my precious child,
Know that I am always with thee,
That my burden is easy, and my yoke is mild.
Then I would hear Him, rejoice, and rest,
Humbled by the gift of love so rare;
At peace in that a powerful Savior blessed
Me with His abundant care.


It is so!  How can I ever thank Him?
And why do I conceal a grateful heart?
His care and grace are not by whim,
For mercy was his plan from the very start.
Lord, help me not to drift apart,
From you seated between the cherubims.

Read Thomas Hardy’s “Hap” at http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/175582


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