So far the distance,
so long the wait,
a rough road winding,
as a light so blinding,
blocks my sight.
What’s ahead?
What will come?
How will I know where to run?
Around the corner,
I walk through the night and see a light,
(a familiar face, a reminder, a friend)
my Savior: the pain and worry He will mend.
-busy in thought-
How could I be so blind not to see
that is was not me?
Though my life is often a mess,
what my Father does daily for me, I will never forget.
anthony forrest
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