Blowing seeds of blessing towards your good

It’s not so much the pace that matters,

It’s the manner in which you tread

That builds the strength and courage needed

To meet whatever lies ahead.

With grace to smile in the face of adversity,

Take what comes with the given hour,

Strength to pick up the scattered pieces,

Never doubting the higher power.

That renders peace and helps us unravel

Things that tend to hinder and distress,

To build once more upon the fragments

And steer our minds towards happiness.

The unseen hands have safely led you,

So let no doubt or fear intrude

And believe the storms of life are blowing

Seeds of blessing towards your good.

Doreen Craig