You
warned me there would be mountains to climb
But
promised there would be resting spots along the way;
You
warned me of the subtle pitfalls
And
how deep and wide the waters I would wade.
But
you promised me Your hand in mine
Every
minute of the day
And
that You would meet me at the finish line
When
I had conquered all there was to pay.
-
Cathryne Allen
No comments:
Post a Comment