Dialysis Diaries

Walking down a moonlit path on a star filled night
Your light in the silence renders me sight
Standing in the river as the water ripples on
Your glory dances through the waves, and reflects the morning sun

Taking in the meadow grass waving in the wind
You beckon thoughts for me to hear
From Heaven you did send.
The thoughts from heaven you did send.

Hearing the Meadowlarks rejoice in song
Simple tunes to grace the ear
Lets me somehow hear your voice
And chases out my fear.

Every breath I take, every site I see
Is a testament to your care for me
In the morning when I rise, to the evening when I sleep
I am surrounded by your presence deep
I am surrounded by your presence deep

Psalm 19:1-4

1 The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament sheweth his handywork.
2 Day unto day uttereth speech, and night unto night sheweth knowledge.
3 There is no speech nor language, where their voice is not heard.
4 Their line is gone out through all the earth, and their words to the end of the world. In them hath he set a tabernacle for the sun,