Sunday, June 28, 2015

A Week (and Change)

Before me yawns the future, there
Outlined in grey, and dim. 
And though I know not when or where 
I go, I trust in Him. 

Before me walks the great Author:
The One who penned it all. 
If He can know all Time, and more,
He'll answer for me my call. 

And so I'll march, and jump, and fight,
And die, if thus I'm called,
And pray, by grace, to be Your light,
Your Love to conquer all. 
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