Daylight breaks, coffee brews, works awaits, God is here.
In the uncertainty of this day, the question poised:
Will anything be more of a privilege today
than reaching out my hand and asking Him to take it?
Together, through meadows, over thorny crags,
in sunshine, clouds, and torrents that seem endless.
Never will I walk alone.
This hand of mine was formed to hold His.
By Alice J. Wisler