Another journey soon begins,
But where it ends it still depends.
The path is lined with secret sins,
Which lurk behind the twists and bends.
But now and then a glimpse is seen,
Of fruit that rises from the weeds.
It’s found through searching eyes so keen,
And captured by a heart that heeds.
In faith alone can one proceed,
Through distant valleys dank with haze.
And not a soul but Hope to lead,
The way through life’s long tangled maze.
So many others came before,
And here remain to stand in time,
As frozen stone before the door,
Indifferent to the bells that chime.
And countless lost and broken souls,
Can’t seem to make the final stand.
They try to fill the gaping hole,
With earthly things by their own hand.
They toil away both life and limb,
And yet they have nothing to show,
But scars that come from chasing whims –
The proof of seeds they choose to sow.
Too few will hear the distant ring,
That draws the lonely vagrant near,
And stirs in him a will to sing,
Of love that heals and frees from fear.
A leap of faith is what it takes,
To lose one’s self but find it all.
A simple choice; one move to make:
It’s not too late to heed the call.
Do you not know that in a race all the runners run, but only one gets the prize? Run in such a way as to get the prize. – 1 Corinthians 9:24
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