The Rue

 My sin Erased by nails And sacrifice  May joy  Justice  And love  Be judged  By you alone 

 Father  My your way Supersede  My own

 Joy is abundant  And sufficient  When You Are at  The helm Of my  Daily thoughts 

 Lord As my soul rests  May I allow  You to work Without argument 

 On this day  Of rest  May I truly  Be still As I  Await the Voice of A Father  Who loves  Without  Conditions 

 In Your goodness  I seek Your face  As I release  What was Never mine To keep

 Beauty Finds me Usually  In places I don’t often  Look

 The summer sun  Awakens my soul  To a beautiful beginning  When I  Least expect it

 Trust me As I lead you With a firm Hand  That steadies Your weary And worried heart

 As I write  Let the words You give me Grace the page With a gratitude  And hope  That only  Comes from  You The Benevolent Creator