Tuesday, March 3, 2015

When Trials Don't End

Again I turn within myself
In humbled, mighty plea
Toward heaven's tender, constant ear
Upon a bender knee.

Through many years I've found myself
In beck'ning prayer thus
Most constant to my urgent grief
On journey perilous

With still no ending - yet I keep
My feet upon this tread
Mind wondering if this harsh trial
Will follow me to dead,

Bewildered end of living breath
Consuming all my days
But trust once more to His, not mine
Almighty, sacred ways.

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