The last day of November, Lord,
then one more month
'til 2025 is history...
It's been quite a year, Lord:
not without its blessings
but laden, too,
with burdens...
And November won't depart
until her cold rain
tugs the last few leaves
from the nimbly branches
just outside my door...
But today, Lord,
with December in my face,
I choose the warmth of your embrace
as shelter for my heart,
a haven for my lonely soul,
a refuge for my prayer
and my hope for all
that's yet and sure
to come...
No storm can shake my inmost calm
while to your side, I'm clinging;
you are the Lord of heaven and earth
- how can I keep from singing?
Amen.
How Can I Keep From Singing
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