“Come, though font of every blessing,
tune my heart to sing thy grace;
streams of mercy, never ceasing,
call for songs of loudest praise.”
Quiet, deep attention these recent days.
Quiet attention to God's streaming grace
across the decades.
Quiet attention as I walk,
as I remember, as I bow.
Blessings past and present,
so abundant every year.
These, lifted in humble praise
on the eve of the 60th birthday:
Tears in remembrance of God’s moments of powerful presence
Husbands joy as oncologists reports good health, hands held in shared prayer
Daughter’s shared gaze over the heads of beautiful grandsons
Toddler grandson’s volunteered hugs
Husband’s constant goodness
Father’s aging voice still placing long distance calls
Gratitude for those sent by the Lord to inspire and encourage my faith
Parents, family; the legacy
Health granted across these many decades