|Sunset last night|
Are you listening for His voice
When faced with doubt and fear?
Are you watching for His hand
When problems disappear?
So easily we take a bow
Or thank our lucky stars,
When really it's not luck that we've
Caught moonbeams in our jars.
It isn't we who've done the job,
It wasn't on our own;
Without the hand of God to hold
The victory'd be unknown.
Will you give credit where it's due
And thank Him for His love,
Confessing that it's not of you
But by His hand above?
He listens for your voice today;
And wishes that you'd see
The blessings that are given you,
Those things that could not be.
Donna J.T. Smith