Shade

Oh, Lord, if You would shelter me
With some sweet second cause

Oh, Lord, if You would shelter me
With some sweet second cause
A short-lived gourd or towering tree
Beneath which I may pause;

If you provide a resting place
Where I may take a break,
Escape a while and slow my pace,
And calm the breaths I take;

If I enjoy a short reprieve
And revel in the shade,
Will all my strength for battle leave
And idleness invade?

Will I expect to always rest
And never leave the site?
Once of a little ease possessed,
Will I refuse to fight?

Lord, help me proper use to make
Of comforts that You send.
The benefits thereof to take,
But not on them depend;

And not allow the gifts to block
The Giver from my view,
But worthy of the Lord to walk
In fellowship with You.

Sequel to A Gourd

Nita Brainard