The Sunday Sermonette – Late Afternoon Shadows.

In shadowed halls, where whispered struggles dwell,

      I wander down a lonely path, my weary heart knows all too well.

Although my strength doth often falter, still I reach for what is true,

     And lean on Father God, my faithful, merciful guide anew. 

When unkind life assails me, and trembling doubts arise,

     I’ll lift a pleading gaze toward the calm of heaven’s skies.

With every dark and stormy trial, my spirit tends to sway,

     Yet with His love and ancient words, I always find my way.

The warning voice of Father God, I often decline to hear,

     Still through my wandering days, He gently draws me near.

In bleakest hours I’ll reach, for His loving, saving  grace,

     And with a quivering heart, I’ll quietly complete my race.

Though burdens press around me, and silent fears creep in,

     I’ll trust His plan to guard my soul from evil without, within.

 As my days dwindle around me, and my winding path doth bend,

     My loyalty to Father God will never fade and never, never end.

Into the tapestry of my remaining  years, a promise I now do weave,

     To never give up on Father God, and always, in Him believe.

Ponder this and go forth.

(A poem by Anthony Wayne Kalberg)