The road ahead beckons me
To be steadfast and true to it each day.
It calls to my spirit to see
No matter the rocks thrown in my way,
From beginnings to the end
His grace will hold me up
And even when there is a blind bend
His love will be waiting in my faith’s hope.
And, my Lord will know:
As my staggering steps show;
As my body’s strains grow;
As my weakness makes me slow;
I will keep within my sight
The next step ahead,
And, despite the pits and rocks, fight
To hold His out stretched hands, that once bled.
When I think these things too much to bear,
I will see His tears,
Falling because he cares,
And I will stand straight, losing all of my fears.
And His grace will grow
While my steps no longer slow;
While my pain will not show;
While my Lord leads me to where only He knows.
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You wrote this so beautifully and the praise you give to God in your time of suffering is the sweetest aroma the will reach His heart.
God bless you always.
Cynthia
Be always safe,
Karen