Vexations…like hot shard
cut deep and…burn
No yield in earthen vineyards
brown cast covers…hope fern…
…Press On!!!
Eyes dimmed by…night screams
no relief…in sight
Sunrise there, but… unseen
obscured by shadow’s blight
…Press On!!!
No peace in the home
not even a trace…
Of a moment’s …quiet roam…
from trouble’s embrace
…Press On!!!
Verily, victory… lies just ahead
but it will not be savored
If now…you cease to tread
after all you have labored…
…Press On!!!
Stressful attacks…will abate
overcomer’s circle…is ablaze
Cheers of rejoicing …await
you, yourself…will be amazed.
Peer…and shout to the heavens!
as even this very hour…oppressors scowl
Variants are being purged by…His leaven
and Omnipotence subdues… every growl.
Oh, Soldier…of the Living God…
don’t you dare bow to world’s scorn!
Sculpt your footprints in ‘tried sod’…
by faith reach...'thru' the veil…Press On!!!!
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Phil 3:13-14, Hab 3:17-19, Rom 8:28, 2Cor 5:7, Heb 11:1
©jmsbell-5/24/23
Regis. 🙏🌸🦋🐦
Sandie
Ron
Love ya!
Jane