Still may thy sweet mercy spread
A shady arm above my head,
About my paths, so shall I find
The fair Center of my mind
Thy Temple, and those lovely walls
Bright ever with a beam that falls
Fresh from the pure glance of thine eye,
Lighting to Eternity.
~Richard Crenshaw (1613-1649)
Wherever your weekend plans take you, may you find the beauty growing from the cracks, a place to linger under the shady arm of His peace.