Dale Lloyd

I wake with empty hands again,
no surplus stored away,
no certainty beyond this breath,
no map to guide me through the day.

Yet here I am—still met by light,
still held within Your care,
still finding mercy waiting for me
like dew upon the air.

Not yesterday’s supply sustains
the hunger of this hour.
What fed my soul the day before
has lost its living power.

So once again I look to You
for bread I cannot earn,
for grace that meets me where I am
and light enough to learn.

You teach my heart a gentler trust,
a slower, humbler pace—
to walk with You from dawn to dusk,
dependent upon grace.

No anxious reach for “just in case,”
no fear of coming need.
Today is all You ask of me;
today is all You feed.

Each morning by its simple light
this truth is softly sworn:
no good thing do I lack—
new mercies come each morn.

So give me faith for this day’s path,
and bread for this day’s way.
Tomorrow rests within Your hands.
I choose to live today.