Lest We Forget

His boundless majesty;

His infinite grace.

His all-sufficient mercy,

And the radiance of His face.

His peace that fills,

The darkest space.

And the joy that spills,

From His warm embrace.

Perhaps we forget it

So often,

Because we sit in it

So little.

Truly, the measure of our days is not

In the productivity of our actions,

But in the posture of our hearts.