Let not the fear of the night

Let not the Fear

Let not the fear of the night rob the bliss of the day.
Let not the dread of "perhaps" this moment’s joy give away.
For we are small in our vision and of limited scope
That we should deny us the balm of a possible hope.

What can we see of the shape of the day that we dread?
Tis but a glimpse, for so blind is the way that we tread.
What can we do for defence ‘gainst a doom that’s ahead
Is not a thing to be done, not a thing to be said.

So lie in His love
So rest in His calm
He is bigger than hate
And greater than harm
So stop writhing, stop sighing and yield to his sway.
Let not the fear of the night rob the joy of the day.


Peter M. Grinham 10th. September 2004

A Beginning

Hi ! I am Peter. One of my sons has just described me as elderly. Not True. I am only 68. It seems to be that as I gain years I gain challenges. I thought it might be helpful to share some of these. I attend a Baptist Church in East Anglia and have even been know to preach on occasions. Someone asked me for my notes the other day. This suprised me and made me think. Perhaps I should have a blog spot. I might include some of my poetry. So here goes......

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