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It
wasn’t the rocky, slow traveling over a dusty trail that I sought after; And
it wasn’t the occasional cloud-burst That
brought terrifying strikes of lightening, And
so much rain that flash floods became a threat, As
we trudged through the now muddied mire of our path, That
causes me to plod along; And
it wasn’t the back-breaking, sun-baking, Throat-scorching
days of inching forward, Only
to go into a night of freezing, Supper-less, sleepless hours, That
I came into this place; But, It
is the meadow that is seen from the over-look off the ridge, The
river which runs rich with the source of future homes, Future
crops, future lives, And
the abundance of provision found in the forested valleys, That
has made me work so hard, In
order to receive such treasure. My
soul yearns for Heaven; My
spirit longs for the presence of our Heavenly Father; My
entire being desires to linger in the midst of God’s radiant warmth; And
this life’s journey is worth the effort it takes To
see us arrive there. You
are my strength, O Lord, You will see me through. The
glory of Thy Kingdom awaits those who seek after Your eternal riches. Life
is given by You, After
this life is served in working for You. Heavenly
roads will be paved with gold, Accessible,
smooth, unencumbered, So
what is a few more earthly roads That
we yet need to trudge a crossed? Drive
us on, O Lord, drive on. Thy
final rest is worth struggles of this earth, So
I will drive on, O Lord, I will drive on.
Selah Drive On by Ronhales Hebrews 12: 1-2 View this writing on designer paper. Home
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