My Psalm 127

Woman Carrying Basket of Pomegranetes
by Edwun Longsden Long

All I do apart from you is worthless. Why spend all day attempting something You have not blessed. It would only bring aggravation and leave me exhausted. Lord offer me Your peace at the end of the day. May I rest in what you have completed with my hands.  May each activity of my life shine with Your light. I pray the basket I lay at your feet be filled with the fruit of those who have been encouraged. It is Your message given from my lips. I yearn to help lift Your children closer to you and further away from the dry place of the world. May the rust of shame never reside on the hearts You hold in Your palm.