Day By Day…

sorrowful tearsWhen your life is reeling with sorrow and pain, where do you turn for comfort? Do you have faith in God or is your faith in this world…or yourself? What do you do, where do you turn on a daily basis?

Believers know we must stay faithful to God’s Word. We know it’s paramount because straying from the truth…we have nothing. At the same time maintaining an environment of connectivity with the church family is vital as we encourage faithful workers to be more than just ‘church goers.’ But is ‘keeping busy’ and going to Bible class all there is to the strength we find in the church? Would that we focus our lives so as to bring glory to God and edification of the saints. And not just when it’s convenient, but ‘…day by day as long as it is called today.’ Hebrews 3:13

Written by Carolina Sandell Berg in 1865 (at the threshold of the Civil War), this poem was put to music shortly after the war between the states. It’s message is one of hope and assurance knowing God is our source of power, strength and protection. We have a family with God’s people. But will we find comfort, day by day, in knowing that the Lord, Himself is our Father?

  1. Day by day, and with each passing moment, strength I find, to meet my trials here;
    Trusting in my Father’s wise bestowment, I’ve no cause for worry or for fear.
    He Whose heart is kind beyond all measure gives unto each day what He deems best—
    Lovingly, its part of pain and pleasure, mingling toil with peace and rest.
  2. Every day, the Lord Himself is near me with a special mercy for each hour;
    All my cares He wants to bear, to cheer me, He Whose Name is Counselor and Pow’r.
    The protection of His child and treasure is a charge that on Himself He laid;
    “As your days, your strength shall be in measure,” this the pledge to me He made.
  3. Help me then in every tribulation so to trust Thy promises, O Lord,
    That I lose not faith’s sweet consolation offered me within Thy holy Word.
    Help me, Lord, when toil and trouble meeting, e’er to take, as from a father’s hand,
    One by one, the days, the moments fleeting, till I reach the promised land.