The harsh wind is cold against my cheek, falling teardrops freeze in place
The distance is far and this road less traveled seems an impossible journey on days as today.
My mind wages war and the wounds that pierce my heart are sore.
I am weak and yet, I am also strong. A noble goal can never take too long.
Though no one may follow and I often feel alone, I must press on.
Some may think me insane or perhaps an extremist if you may
The hope that gets me through each passing day
There is always light at the end of each journey and it happens to be THE light.
His glorious face and His gentle hand. It touches and warms, soothes and protects.
His hands hold me up, keep me standing tall and tough. He loves and saves, gives unending grace.
The road is rocky, the uphill climb seems often too steep. I always keep in mind
His love - It is never ending and always gives what is needed to endure.
Something I will always journey for, cherish, and keep.
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