Silver Stones and Sunlit Paths       

Sunlit paths glimmer upon silver stones; broken in places, cracked by silent dreams.

Yet two hands in praise reach up, and unto the sky pulling down the pale blue streams.

Flowers handsome of splendor grow along this path of victory whilst angels dance and sing.

The darkness which comes to steal is cast down by His Grace and the day of a new spring.

Shallow hearts fall short upon the secret wind crying unrepentant tears seeking only to be.

Yet the man with hands lifted in praise walks upon the sunlit path of silver stones with new dreams.

With each step; with each small footprint in the sand a new flower grows in its place.

For despite the darkness which sought to consume his soul, he is sure in God’s amazing grace.

The darkness is but a dream…

            But the man in praise

                        Walks not alone upon the silver stones

                                    But in His glory and on His promise alone.

GOD IS GOOD….

J. Allen Wilson © 12/11/09