'The Patience of the Lord' by Martin Day
Now the patience of the Lord like the silent moon
Seems to follow me where e'er I go.
When I've strayed into the dark He calls my heart.
He is quick to bless and angers slow.
He is holy, he is holy.
He is seated now on high.
I'm unworthy, in the shadows me.
But Jesus took the chill of night
And lit the morning sky.
The forgiveness of the Lord like the rising sun
Is a gentle and a warm embrace.
Still more certain than the dawn, the love of God,
Even wider than the sky His grace.© M Day 17-Jul-1997