QUIET THOUGHTS

At the dawning of each new day,
I know not what will come my way,  
And when I can't think of words to say,
In the Spirit, I can pray.
I hope that God's gentle blessings will flow
As back and forth, in this day, I go.
When Satan throws his darts, I won't forget
That the Lord has never failed me yet.
With armor on--fully dressed for the fight,
I know He will protect me with His strength and might.
With patience, I'll stand--without fear or fright,
And see the Devil put to flight.
At the end of the day, my mouth will open in praise;
With His joy on the inside, my hands, I'll raise,
And even through the trials and tribulations sore,
He has just brought me through another day once more.