Every day and every night
through floods of grief and storms of pain
the Lord sustains me -

Through the jungles of the world
the intrigues of crime and craziness
He leads me through -

I do not know
from one day or hour to the next
how or why He leads me through -

Except that there is work to do
a commission of loving
and a purpose or pressing on in prayer -

And every day and every night
are little flashes of His beauty
and wonders of His care -

When the world is cold
He stirs a fading ember or two
and re-kindles a smothered flame -

If my life is anything
let it be to fuel His love and truth
in every cold and wicked place I go.

(by Sarah M.)