I keep my eyes straight on the path.
The road gets rough,
And the path gets tough.
But I do not falter,
and though I may stumble,
I will not stop, because those moments,
Make me humble.
They strengthen me to fly faster than before,
With my eyes straight all the more,
Because I know He has promised me,
In the end I will see His beauty,
His bright lights of eternity.
Flying through the darkest storm,
I keep my eyes straight on the path,
On that glimmer of light,
The pinhole in the storm,
That will soon shine so bright.
1 comment:
storms and i are becoming well-acquainted. this was a comfort to read.
and that picture is GORGEOUS.
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