I MEET THE LORD


I meet the Lord in midnight hours when pain keeps me from sleep,
And in those hours my sweetest times of promises I keep.

I thank and praise my precious Lord for blessings I have known,
And pray for friends and family whose needs surpass my own.

God sends His grace to comfort me as humbly I recall
The pain He bore to ransom me the day He gave His all.

My blessings far exceed this constant, searing pain,
And when my life is over there’s eternity to gain.

So Lord, I pray I’ll keep the faith and snuggle near to You,
As in Your arms you hold me close, and love me all night through.

Betty Jo Mings