Does strength for the day come from you, Lord, or from my faith in you? If I pray persistently, do I gain yet more?
You snuck upon me along the road, entered my soul and buoyed my thoughts. One day I was alone, bereft. Later I felt light and realized you had been with me. When had you come? I could not discern the day.
Even my trust in you, a gift of grace. Unmerited. Let me, then, all the more live in thanks.
For who can say wherefrom this strength and joy?
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