Each Day With God
By Doyle Fultz
When in the early morn awake, slumber from your eyelids shake.
Hasten to thy closet fare, Begin the day in humble prayer.
Thank Him for the day at hand, and the sun so bright and grand.
Ask for care through early hour, And for strength and serving power.
The morning hours have passed so soon, now the sun is high at noon.
Hasten to thy closet fare, Sustain the day in earnest prayer.
Thank Him for His care and power, and the peace of early hour.
Ask Him for sufficient grace, to end the day at normal pace.
Oh, the day has passed so fast, as darkness spreads its hovering cast.
Hasten to thy closet fare, End the day with grateful prayer.
Oh, the days they come and go, Peace and war with friend and foe.
But the one who hastens fare, to his closet in petitioning prayer.
Is the one who stands abreast, and wins the victory of trial and test?
Life is one big cross to bear, Bear it strong-in fervent prayer.
I found this poem in dads things. It’s time (after a couple years) to share the thoughts of a man of God trying to grow through all life’s struggles. I still hear his voice sometimes and I turn around in the old shop to ask him where he put….???
This is how I remember my father. I have spent much of my life on my own journey, yet, experiencing the presence, power and sometimes the absence (feeling) of an ever present God who enjoys and rewards one drawing near.