I feel shaken by the Race,
and the fact that I may not gain,
The cost is high and the Prize is right!!
But can I make IT?
The Lord on my right hand,
Demons holding left all day,
Marauders by the way side,
They make me faint.
Light and the battling Dark,
Whispers of horrors and icy woes,
The loud booms of terrors,
But night shall once again give way to day.
It is Finished!!
We have a hope,
Our souls will not be left in the grave,
We will overcome and the tempest will cease.
Do not seek peace where it cannot be found,this poem is devoted to my readers who are troubled and cannot find answers to life’s troubles. I heard someone say to me “come to me all ye who are weary and heavy laden, I will give you rest, take my load upon you, for my yoke is easy and my burden is light”. In my little experience in following Jesus, I find peace when I let Jesus bear my burden for me.
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