Each day my first task is to praise God,
I come to him seeking truth,
It flits past me,
When I seek to grasp it,
It slips from my grip,
Like the rainbow’s conclusion,
Tantalizing me I yearn to discover where it ends.
I think about Truth, day and night,
Why does it create pain?
Where does my searching end?
Love’s truth always ends at my beginning,
Truth’s harsh reality is a difficult path,
I feel scared of its uncertainty,
It requires a Holy Trust,
I am not the master of my destiny,
The Lie of sin is that I can know truth,
Holy Trust is a daily finding of Truth.
When I consider your truth this morning,
I can see it confounds lies,
Destroying any chance of dishonesty,
It’s a frightening fate for the dishonest,
A comforting hope for the faithful,
Resting in your truth,
Eagerly anticipating your daily Voice,
Leading me forward.
Able to face whatever this day brings.