A Mennonite Muses
Thoughts from a grandma, pet lover and gardener.Oh yes, and a writer, also!
Monday, 15 February 2016
The fog was thick like walls around
Impen'tratable and deep
And there was I so sick and sore
And too inclined to weep.
But move I must so slowly walked
With weary feet and mind,
The trail was slanting lower still
But I was feeling blind.
How long I plod this downward trek
I cannot think or say,
I longed to feel a hand in mine ,
A Guide to lead the way.
I dimly knew that God was kind
And won't forsake His own
But demons taunted in that mist
Which made me sigh and groan.
Yet when I felt all hope was gone
And I had lost the road
I weakly said "I'll not give up"
I'll trust in Christ my Lord.
I'm standing now on Blessings' Peak
(An angel brought me there.)
The Lord God answers prayer.
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