n storm clouds fill me with regret
it seems so easy to forget
The face of Him who owns the sky,
my very wings and strength to fly.
And though I know I need to see
the evils that encompass me,
I mustn’t let them hold my gaze,
or I’ll be lost within their maze.
So I cry, Lord help me view
all the goodness that is You,
and look beyond this pain and fear,
allowing You to draw me near.
To that final day when our eyes shall meet,
when I can kiss your nail scarred feet
And own the prize, won in the race,
eternal gazing on your face.
|Dimensions||W 31 in|
West Texas Juniper