‘Midst a night which has no stars - M. Robbins

‘Midst a night which has no stars,
‘midst a day which owns no sun,
I cry to You with a child like voice:
“Please abide with me!”

Yes, my Lord, through howling winds -
through massive thunderstorms,
hear my child like cry to You:
“Please abide with me!”

But it matters not that I’ve been clothed
with Your choicest robe of love
and it matters not that I’ve been crowned
with glory and with grace -

At least that’s what my flesh now speaks
to my tempest driven soul
and so with fear my spirit cries:
“Lord! Please abide with me!”

Rather yet, oh Lord, my God,
please grant this simple cry:
“May You and I be ever joined
 With I in You and You in me.”
            M. Robbins

 "The feast should be great!" - M. Robbins

"The feast should be great!"
she inwardly exclaimed
as any hostess would
with such a special guest.

Yet, as she began
her sumptuous plans,
stress intertwined
with troublesome cares.

Then things went all wrong:
her joy was now gone
and Martha’s service to the Lord
was one chaotic chore!

So breaking etiquette,
this mistress of the house
fled complainingly to Christ
and asked for Mary’s help.

Yet Martha was ill equipped
to feed the Bread of Life
and Mary had chosen the better part
by feasting on His Words.
                       M. Robbins