Summer 1987
Day By Day
Nora Athalea Templeton

In the Living, Hoping, Praying,
Striving, Reaching for the Prize,
Storms may arise.

On the horizon, the dark clouds billow.
Turmoil is in every direction.
No quiet is to be found.

Lord, Lord, Where are You?
Why are you sleeping? Don't you hear me?
Lord, I am in perilous danger!!

Oh, my child, spread your wings,
for, in the spreading, you are lifted above the storm
Like an Eagle

Trust Me and know my Word.
If my Word is written on the tables of your heart, then you
become unshakable, and unmovable.
I will not leave you nor forsake you.

As the storm clouds break,
And the air becomes still again, fresh, clean and sweet,
You are renewed and made strong, yea, stronger than before.

In the heat of the battle,
the constancy of me in your life,
will carry you through to the other side.

So praise me, whether there be sunshine or clouds.
Praise me in the midst of all things,
for the praising brings the rising above and the eyeing of
victory.

So, my children, press on.
March to my drumbeat.
Lay aside all weights which easily beset you.

Keep your eyes on me, and do not waver in your mind.
I, the Pearl of Great Price, stand at the finish line.
Victory is yours, saith the Lord.