The Journey

Time slips into an unknown tomorrow.

As we journey through joy and sorrow.

On the road again are Jan and me.

For we travel past the swamps to the sea.

On mornings rise our test of faith will be done.

Hopes and prayers tendered to Jesus the Holy one.

Through the shadows of a lonesome valley we travail.

It is by our faith in sweet Jesus that we hope to prevail.

Life thus far has been hard and so very often bittersweet.

Yet our only abiding and true consolation is we worship at His feet.

Far from perfect am I, far from perfect is she.

However we pray for joy and celebration at the hospital by the sea.

J. Allen Wilson © 7/11/2010