Pockets of Light
By: Sondra Stallman


Peace is the blanket
That hides me
As the edges of day
Move in

Joy is my gift
For the morning
My Father has sent
Once again

I sense my smallness
Before Him
As I stand in the deepest
Of night
I know not fear
Of the darkness
As He hides me
In pockets of light

The shelter of
Love that He offers
Bears no rival
In heaven or earth

No lips can speak fully
Its depths
Or explain just what
It is worth

No vessel is able
To capture
The fragrance His Presence
Has wrought

All He asks is that
We receive Him
And humble our hearts
As we ought


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