With sight of the raging storm
Trepidation rising with every heartbeat
The burden getting heavier
The Journey steeper
But at the verge of giving up
I look to the hils
And behold the light of his glory
The bright assurance of his presence
The burden is not lifted
But I am given strength to carry on
His gentle voice assures me of his love
And I smile knowing there is a rest at the destination
The beginning was ugly
The Journey is rough
But the end will bring fulfilment
There is a rest
April 20, 2009 at 2:17 pm (1)
Chyka said,
May 30, 2009 at 12:11 am
Who are you writing about?