A weary pilgrim, tired of walking,
Is fighting to keep up the pace.
The load he carried, is not forgotten,
Yet removed by grace.
As he struggles and cries in despair,
'I just can't go on one more day'
A still small voice, pierces the silence,
And says, 'Child, I will show you the way.'
'Because my everlasting arms are around you,
And like a Potter, I am shaping your soul.
Though the darkness seems to surround you,
My light is guiding you home.
You need not fear midst the trials,
Though fears wage war in your soul.
In the valley I will not leave you,
And through brokenness I will make you whole.'
Copyright: Heidi Robbins 2009
This is beautiful. I needed to read this today. Especially that last line.
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